Yesterday, I was having a not so sunshiny day. I needed a good gentle cry. I'm talking about those leave me alone while I wallow in this mess kind of cries. Pajamas and footie socks with rubber on the bottom kind of cries.
Mi esposo stepped out to grab groceries while I submerged myself under the blankets, on our couch, in absolute silence. In my blanketed cocoon I read from Numbers, which is a hard read since everything is so die this and you're gonna die that...death...die... Follow my commands or death unto you. It's really a creepy place to be unless you try to understand the context of it. And I'm thinking, "Why am I even reading this?"
Well, Diosito knows me best because in the midst of reading chapter 6 in Numbers, I started laughing so hard. Some might call me a heathen. Depends on how you look at it, I guess.
Tortillas are in the bible! No joke. Numbers 6:15 "and a basket of bread without yeast." TORTILLAS!
I was laughing, hardly breathing, tears in my ojitos and mocos all wadded up in a servieta. There is a lesson in all the death stuff, but what came into focus was the tortillas.
Reading that was exactly what I needed to crack a smile on my otherwise tear riddled face. A good hard laugh needed to come out so that I could see the world in focus again.
Sometimes we get so serious about needing something profound to jump out at us, when all God wants to do is give us a smile or a good hard laugh. We search for chapters that are familiar because we've memorized them or heard them or seen them on posters. But, that's not what God is trying to show us.
Often, it is just about seeing you smile after a long, hard, hopeless day.
That has to be grace. Gracias a Dios.
Gracias a Dios, for tortillas and for His laughter, medicina para la alma!
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