The name of this blog comes from an essay I wrote about a year ago.
For me the most important thing I can do right now is to praise God and look for the little things in life He gives me to make smile, instead of wallowing in self pity. I have discovered that when I become so consumed in how hard things are and being to question why God would allow me to go through certain situations, I am not able to give Him my all. I am not able to give to the people around me. My life becomes all about me. I don't want that. I want to be happy even when it is rough. I want to be able to give everything I have to God and the people in my life.
'Did you see the meadow today? Did you close your eyes and lie embraced in a world of vivid colors and magical sounds? Did you note the way the thin, flexible, green stems were able to hold up the buds of their blooming flowers? Everything was so beautiful and perfect. Every scent and sound entranced my heart and mind; capturing it up in a little feeling, a beautiful emotion. In that moment I could feel my heart beat and then begin giggling; that little girl in me delighted with the beauty. Have you ever heard of that- a giggling heart? It is a queer thing. I find it is odd how so many people are oblivious to the meaning of that expression. And perhaps you are asking the very question: “What is a giggling heart?”
For me the most important thing I can do right now is to praise God and look for the little things in life He gives me to make smile, instead of wallowing in self pity. I have discovered that when I become so consumed in how hard things are and being to question why God would allow me to go through certain situations, I am not able to give Him my all. I am not able to give to the people around me. My life becomes all about me. I don't want that. I want to be happy even when it is rough. I want to be able to give everything I have to God and the people in my life.
'Did you see the meadow today? Did you close your eyes and lie embraced in a world of vivid colors and magical sounds? Did you note the way the thin, flexible, green stems were able to hold up the buds of their blooming flowers? Everything was so beautiful and perfect. Every scent and sound entranced my heart and mind; capturing it up in a little feeling, a beautiful emotion. In that moment I could feel my heart beat and then begin giggling; that little girl in me delighted with the beauty. Have you ever heard of that- a giggling heart? It is a queer thing. I find it is odd how so many people are oblivious to the meaning of that expression. And perhaps you are asking the very question: “What is a giggling heart?”
This is a question not easily answered. It is a question based off of opinion and personal thought. Yet if you were to ask me where my opinion of a giggling heart stood I would answer simply that it is a vivid expression of delight. How did I come to this opinion, you may ask. Well it all began with my thoughts of a heart and a giggle.
What heart am I referring to? I cannot possibly mean that the organ which circulates blood through my body is in fact giggling; laughing with short repeated breaths. But then, what do I mean when I say that my heart has begun to giggle? What heart can giggle? When I say and speak of that heart, I am referring to that thought and person inside of me. That place, where ever it may be, that is the center of my emotions and character. That place where every thought and feeling is berthed. It is heart that can love and that can hurt. It is that very part of every person that holds the key to every personal and original idea and emotion. Everyone has one- a heart as such described. Yet how can a heart such as this giggle for it is not a physical living body. Can you hear it coming from within a person as he walks along the road delighted with the city sights? Or is it more of something that is silently felt within yourself that no one else is aware of?
A giggle that is heard is also felt when one is physically giggling. A giggle is not quite a full laugh; the kind that bursts out with little care to who hears it. It isn’t quite so forceful or obvious as is the laugh of an Italian maid. A giggle is often unexpected and more controlled than a robust laugh. It is a funny feeling in my stomach that creeps its way up and out of my mouth. It is a tickle; a delightful happiness within me coming out as an expression. And it is similar in the way a heart might giggle. A heart does not make any sounds heard by mere human ears, but the ears and feelings of the heart do hear; sometimes even more clearly than your own ears might hear. It is that child-like delight that tickles the soul and heart. It is that funny feeling I get somewhere, though I don’t exactly know where it is, only that I feel it somewhere. It is that joyful happiness that no one can criticizes or disapprove of, because no one else is aware of it. It is something you share with only yourself. It is that part of you that remains part child, finding pure amusement and wonder in the simplest of things. Yet depending on the person it could also be that part of you that delights in the complexity of life and the details of simple finds. You can feel and hear the joy within yourself. It is something that is not easily explained or understood, but it is something that will always be there if you let it. Often the sign of a giggling heart is a simple grin reflecting the deep indulgences of your inward happiness.
Is it only when you find delight or fascination in certain things that you find your heart giggling? Is it only when those fancies of life make their presence known? I do not know. I would assume so when I reflect back of the little things that spark that giggle inside of me. Things like an ingenuously written poem or rhyme, or the way that the lake water reflects the stars in the night sky-those are the little things that make my heart skip a beat and simply giggle. I don’t see why a heart would giggle if it wasn’t out of pleasure or happiness. I wouldn’t understand why some would experience heart giggle from something that brought tears to the eyes, or anger to the spirit. Though I can’t prove that it doesn’t happen in that way; I only understand it in the way of smiles and grins. It just wouldn’t make sense to frown and giggle all at the same time. I suppose that this is one of the unexplainable laws of nature. I suppose that it is just the way that humans work; that we were made to work. But I can’t explain it.
You may now be asking the question: “Whose hearts might experience such a wonderful thing as a heart giggle?” There are so many wonderful and different people, each with their unique person and heart. There are people that look at the world in so many different ways. I think that the more optimistic persons are more aware of heart giggles. I believe that when you look for the good in things that you find more to be delighted by. Where as the more pessimistic person is seeing only what terrible things might be happening, therefore he misses all of the beauty and joys that life and the world has to offer. He misses the simple pleasures of the gifts God gives each and everyday. I believe that if you desire to have a giggling heart, it helps to seek out the good and happy things in life. I believe also that if you can bring yourself to do this that you will find so much more to be thankful for and so many more things to smile about. Each giggle of your heart makes a happier man; a happier person. So after saying all of this, I mean only to point out that anyone can have a heart giggle if they can find the simple pleasures in everyday life.
I find that every heart giggle I experience brings me closer to contentment. It brings alive in me the radiance of life and the beauty of Gods creation. I find that it is the simplest things in my life that bring out in me the purest happiness anyone can truly feel. What is it that makes your heart giggle and leap with excitement?
This is only my opinion of what a heart giggle means. This is what I find to be true to me. But with all of this said, it is up to you to decide what a heart giggle means to you.'
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