Inspirational: LAUGHTER IS THE BEST MEDICINE

by: Linda Kirby / WGON 1.26.26

Last night, while the weather forecast was causing extreme concern for us all, my brain decided to write a comedy routine since I couldn’t sleep anyway. Not on purpose. It just happened. And let me tell you — it was so ridiculous I nearly broke a rib laughing.

In my mind, I wasn’t walking onto a stage like a normal person. No, ma’am. I was being hauled in — riding in a wagon hitched to the back of my grandson Jamie’s Ebike. He was dressed like the proudest redneck in Tennessee, coveralls and all, and I was perched in a webbed yard chair like some toothless queen of the county fair. The audience was already roaring, and I hadn’t even opened my mouth yet.

Jamie dropped me off center stage and shuffled away like it was the most normal thing in the world. I went through my whole routine, and when I wrapped up, I looked out at the crowd and said, “I gotta go now… no, I REALLY gotta go.”

Then I hollered, “Jamie!”

He stomped back onstage, hands on his hips, and said, “What do you want, old lady?”

I said, all sheepish, “I gotta pee.”

And without missing a beat he said, “Well what do you want me to do about it? I gave you a bucket.”

The audience was losing it. And then Jamie, standing next to that wagon, shook his head and said, “There was this old TV show, and a very wise man once said, ‘To the moon, Alice.’ And you know… I can finally see his wisdom.”

He climbed back on that Ebike, muttering to himself, and started pedaling me offstage while I yelled, “What do you expect me to do, lift my leg at a tree?”

And that’s where I lost it — lying in bed, laughing so hard I could barely breathe. The whole routine played out like a sitcom in my head, and it was exactly the medicine I needed. The weather reports were filling us all with fear, and the good Lord knew what I needed and gave me the entire routine, punch lines and all.

Because here’s the truth:

Laughter is a gift.

It breaks fear.

It loosens the knots in your chest.

It reminds you that even in chaos — storms outside, storms inside — joy still has a pulse.

Sometimes God doesn’t send a lightning bolt of revelation.

Sometimes He sends a ridiculous mental image of a grandmother in a wagon behind an Ebike, yelling about needing to pee.

And honestly? What better way to chase away fear than with a good ole belly laugh?

That’ll preach.