This weekend, we took a whirlwind trip to my hometown to attend my aunt's funeral. Her health had been failing recently, and with her kids circled around her bed, holding her hands and singing old hymns to their mom, Aunt LaNell went to meet Jesus. And I just bet my Uncle Berry Lee was there to greet her, too.
At her funeral, one thing that a couple of people talked about, was her wonderful laugh. My aunt had one of the best laughs I've ever heard. Even thinking about her laugh makes me smile. You couldn't hear Aunt LaNell's laugh and NOT smile--and laugh along yourself. Her laugh was happy, and full of life. She was a bend at the waist, tears rolling down her face, full of abandon laugh-er. You knew you'd achieved funny if you got an Aunt LaNell laugh. It would just make your whole day to make her laugh.
Oh, sure. My aunt was known for many more, and much deeper qualities than just her laugh. But, there's something to be said for a good laugh. I think being known for a happy laugh says a lot about a person.
I think I'd like to be known for a happy laugh. An Aunt LaNell laugh.
Our mouths were filled with laughter,
our tongues with songs of joy.
Then it was said among the nations,
“The Lord has done great things for them.”