Laughter is the best medicine...or is it?

Henry is 4 months old now. It is so hard to believe! It seems like just yesterday John and I were struggling with infertility, and now here we are with this beautiful, bright-eyed, curly-haired little boy. He's started laughing, and it's the most beautiful, pure sound in the entire world. Full of glee. Innocent. I love it! I would do just about anything in the world to hear him laugh.

Which got me to thinking about God. I would go to the ends of the earth to make Henry laugh, yet I can't spend five minutes in prayer? I would totally embarrass myself with silly faces and voices to get a laugh, but I can't get over the embarrassment of offering a stranger a Bible? Why do I allow such double standards in my life? I must, must, must do what it takes to please God.

Conviction is tough medicine to swallow...