@sanahdalah15. You and I have written before of our love of writing. So, I am sharing one of my stories written back in August 2016. I call this one,
Built to Last!
I thought this morning of the varied ways the body reacts to incidents that shock and surprise it. It is rarely like our cartoons depict.
Not that we would ever witness such an event as it happens to us. But it is traumatic and funny while it last. And to the extent our linear view can record it, it gets funnier and funnier as we replay the record in our minds.
One day I decided to tackle our household laundry room. No, you have rarely seen a laundry room like this one. The dirty clothes did not sit in receptacles, the entire room was the receptacle. Clothes pushing waist-deep, oozing from the room.
So, I am hard at work. First color sorting, then replacing the sorted piles back into the room, all the while washing and drying laundry. For some strange reason, I am singing. Quite loudly, because I did not hear my brother plodding down the stairs. Until, around the corner, he bounded.
Although he saw me first, that did not seem to help. As I turned and caught a glimpse of a second presence in the room, all irrationality and fear surfaced! In one swooping blow, I knew that ghosts are real, that murderers did break into occupied homes, that I was going to die, and ghost were real.
A blood-curdling scream jumped from my open mouth at the same time my body jerk up like I was riding a galloping pony. My reaction seemed to frighten my brother. For he jumped in fear, let loose his own guttural scream, which served to frighten me again.
We were galloping, screaming, and jumping in that narrow hallway, not so sure why, but determined not to die quietly. Then laughter set in.
Soon we were falling along the walls, too weak to stand, as our minds played over and over our irrational behavior.
Even as I write about it now, I am choking and chortling weak with laughter. What is amazing is how it happened to me, but in recalling it, I can see details I could not have possibly seen while it happened.
As shocking to my system as those moments were, I am truly grateful for them all. It is a reminder of how succinctly the Lord has created the human body. How built into its core is an automatic release button.
Sometimes taking the form of tears, screaming, yelling, invisible horse galloping. Weakness of the knees, and sweet irrational laughter. The list can go on and on. But the safeguards are there. We should be appreciative of this internal balancer.
Don’t look at incidents as negative vs. positive. But be keenly aware of how we are built to maintain balance. We are built to know and choose joy, no matter what startles us. Now excuse me I need to go feed my horse.