An unexpected meal whipped out in the heat of the day.
Hard work for anyone, let alone someone pushing against the ninth decade. Even if just supervising servants.
Sweat dripped down her face and neck, trickled between her breasts.
Who were these visitors, and why was Abraham so beside himself to see them?
She stopped at the door of the tent to eavesdrop on the conversation. Maybe she took a big swig of water to quench her desert thirst.
“Next year when I come back, Sarah will have a son.”
They named him Isaac. Laughter in their old age. And an ever-present reminder that nothing is impossible for God.
Our pastor recounted that story in his sermon yesterday.
And I thought about the recent AARP commercial.
“When I grow up, I’m going to run a marathon.”
“When I grow up, I going to work with kids.”
“When I grow up, I’m going to start a band.”
And I thought of one of my favorite quotes by George Eliot.
It’s never too late to become what you might have been.
It’s never too late to respond to God’s call.
It’s never too late for God to work out His plan.
Sarah was 30 years older than I am when God gave her Laughter in her old age.
When it was impossible.
In His timing.
He brought us laughter when we had done everything we could to have a family.
When we had given up and given over.
In His timing.
And I wonder.
Is it possible, could it be that I could birth a book by this time next year?
Could that be in His timing?
Could He visit me with laughter?
Nothing is impossible.
It’s never too late.
” . . . he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” Philippians 1:6 (NIV)
Linking up with Bridget Chumbley’s One Word at a Time Blog Carnival on Laughter. Read about others who are laughing today.