Real laughter is expensive.
I stumbled upon this after a night with the group of guys I meet with to do work. It was a particularly demanding night, experiencing a friend's return and reconciliation to the group, the clearing of the air in some broken relationships, and the hope of an initiation experience for a friend's teenage son.
My eyes ran like leaky faucets for 3 hours. Hard and true words were shared between all. And at the end, someone said the perfect thing at the right moment, and we ALL fell out laughing. It was a laughter from the belly. Down to the toes. Involving the entire body.
My friend Ahna commented on this idea, and I agree whole-heartedly, that to understand a true joy, in Hannah Hurnard fashion, it must hold hands with, or find equal balance of sorrow, too. This is where I am today, and it has brought me great gratitude.