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Topic: Laughter (10/18/04)

TITLE: Sarah's Laughter
By darlene hight


I’ve known Sarah most of my life. Oh how, she loves to laugh! Even as a child not only was she the prettiest thing that you ever saw but her laughter………….Ahh, it warms me to think of it even now.
Myself? I became the fool, gladly. Anything, to win her smile, better yet to hear her laugh. She filled my world and my heart with the sound of her laughter.

Women often do not know the power of their beauty or their smile. Sarah? She knew nothing of such power. She was innocent and yet, her smile could change my course like the wind in a sail. Never, did she, intentionally, wield that power, in fact quite the contrary. When God told me to take my family and go to the land that He would show me, she made no objection. She was afraid. I saw that easily. Fear etched itself in her features. It reflected from her walnut brown eyes and yet she said nothing. She responded by setting herself to task, making the necessary travel plans.

She blessed each of us with her laughter as she speculated on what kind of world we would find at the end of our journey. My Sarah said that I should plan on building a very large tent because she intended to fill it to capacity with children. Sarah loved children. She longed for children and Oh how, I wanted to give her children. Nothing is emptier than arms with no child to fill them. My Sarah loved to hold the babies. She would press her face close to them and they would smile at her. Nothing could stop her laughter, when children surrounded her. It bubbled out of her as naturally water from a brook.

I asked God to, please, give us children of our own. He told me that He would make our children as numerous as the sand. Of course, I couldn’t wait to tell Sarah the news. Later, I wished that I hadn’t. As the years past and the promise delayed, the longing and the empty arms robbed my Sarah of her laughter, for a time. Those were difficult years and we made foolish mistakes. Once, we even took matters into our own hands but that is a story for another time.

I want you to know that God did in fact keep his promise. When there was no hope. Long after we had tired of waiting. When my Sarah and I were well past childbearing years, God blessed us with our son, Isaac. God gave us a child from Sarah’s womb! A child of our own and what joy he brought to our home! The name, Isaac means “laughter”, you know. Isaac did, indeed, give Sarah back her laughter. She became a radiant, as I never thought to see her again. Our home was filled with dancing. If you can call the jig that these old legs do, dancing and it was filled with laughter, the sweet essence of our youth. I, once again, became the fool, now not only to earn the laughter of my sweet Sarah but also the silly laugh of my son.

One day when Isaac was just three years old, he played long at his bath. As Sarah dried him and got him dressed. Isaac looked at his little hands, which had become wrinkled from being in water so long. He said “ Look Mother, my hands are wrinkled just like yours.” I wish you could have heard her laugh.
Oh how, she laughed! When I join my Sarah in heaven, the first thing that I want to do is thank God for Sarah’s laughter and the second thing that I want to do is to hear her laugh. There’s no sweeter music than the sound of Sarah’s laughter.

Member Comments
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darlene hight10/25/04
Let me be the first one to point out the typo, near the bottom before radiant. Please ignore the a
Darlene, I love how you wrote the story as if you were Abraham. It was very sweet and told well.
Rita Garcia10/25/04
Darlene, I love your fresh take on this story of old. Delightful! Love, Rita
Joanne Malley10/25/04
I like your style in telling this story. Very heartwarming.
Trish Thompson10/25/04
I love this fresh look at this story! I could just 'see' the joy in his face as he told about her - the sweetness of the memories and of the laughter.

Wonderfully told!
Lynda Lee Schab 10/25/04
Great job telling the story from Abraham's perspective. I also didn't "get it" until about the third paragraph LOL. I loved the line about Isaac's wrinkles after his bath. Never thought about it before, but that might just be something Issac said to his mommy!
Wonderful entry!
Love, Lynda
Mitzi Busby10/25/04
I loved your piece. You drew the reader in from the start. The imagery was very vivid. Thanks for your writing.
Debbie OConnor10/25/04
Excellent. You fooled me too for a few paragraphs. Beautiful work.
Lucian Thompson10/25/04
Oh, Darlene, this is one of the best articles you have ever written and there are many. I was very into this story and it was so much joy to be a part of the moment you so craftily portrayed. What better use of the topic Laughter than the story of Abraham and his son “Laughter,” Isaac.
John Hunt10/25/04
Great storytelling! I didn't realize that this was about that Sarah until the second paragraph.
Nicely done! :^)
Glenda Lagerstedt10/26/04
Way to go! Excellent job of fooling the reader while bringing the scriptures to life.
Phyllis Inniss10/26/04
You fooled me too for a time, but great story-telling. Blessings.
Barbara Ann Smith10/26/04
As I read this beautiful story, I thanked God for giving you the idea to write it as such. It truly touched my heart.
L.M. Lee10/27/04
Oh this was absolutely wonderful!
Marina Rojas10/27/04
Oh, this was a delicious look at the thankfulness of an old man of his wife's wonderful sense of humor. Very good, very good.
Teresa Lee Rainey10/29/04
Darlene, I'm so glad I came to read your article for this week. I love that you used Abraham's voice like he is remembering Sarah so lovingly. It is beautiful. Wonderful job here. :^)
Roberta Kittrell10/29/04
Darlene, very well related by Abraham. It was as if we were there. You description of Isaac being given a bath by Sarah reminded me of the flashback Mary has of Baby Jesus falling and her running to pick Him up and comfort Him (in The Passion of Christ--the Movie). Blessings, Bobbi