After the awkward laugh at age ninety when God made the promise, Sarah now laughs again - but this time holding Isaac. The same sound, transformed by time and fulfillment.
When I finally got pregnant after five years of trying, I laughed. Not the laugh of disbelief anymore, but the laugh of holding something I'd almost stopped believing was possible. That verse gave me permission to hold both laughs in the same moment - the laugh of doubt and the laugh of joy weren't contradictions. They were part of the same journey.
My daughter is three now, and when I'm watching her sleep, sometimes I laugh. Not because I've become naive or stopped understanding suffering. But because something impossible showed up, and grief and joy can both be true.
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