Whispers In The Quiet

— Spring Lynn Booth

Laughter Like a Medicine

A Whisper in the Quiet testimony 

A Tender Mercy From On High 

Today I want to share something very simple, but very meaningful to me.

The Lord reminded me this week that laughter is like a medicine.

“A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.”

— Proverbs 17:22 (KJV)

Coming as I Am

I didn’t wake up this morning feeling particularly sad, but I also wouldn’t say I was cheerful. I was a little foggy, a little confused, and I didn’t even realize how much grief I was carrying. Still, I went to church grateful — grateful to be there, grateful for the service, grateful for the music, grateful for the saints, and grateful that someone was kind enough to give me a ride .

 Inhabitation Of Praise 

During the service, I was reminded of something I’ve learned over the years: God inhabits the praises of His people. When we sing and worship Him, something happens. We stop focusing on ourselves, our sorrows, our circumstances, and we align ourselves with truth. And when we do that sincerely, the presence of the Holy Spirit comes.

“But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.”

— Psalm 22:3 (KJV)

How Prayer Begins

That’s why, before I ever pray, I usually sing. And when I do, tears come, words come, and prayers flow — not from striving, but as though they’re handed to me straight from heaven.

His Presence Remains

That day was no different. The Spirit was present in the service. And when we left church, His presence didn’t leave with the closing hymn. His Spirit came with me.

Holy Laughter

As we were driving home, something very small happened — something silly, really. And yet, it was holy. The ride was gentle, playful, lighthearted. And suddenly, without warning, I began laughing. Not polite laughter. Not controlled laughter. But childlike, uncontrollable laughter — the kind you can’t stop even if you try.

“At that time Jesus answered and said… Except ye be converted, and become as little children…”

— Matthew 18:3 (KJV)

The Lord Speaks

And right in that exact moment, the Lord spoke clearly to me and said:

“Laughter is like a medicine, Spring.”

I knew immediately it was Him.

Like A Child 

I am a prudent person. I’m modest. I’m proper. That kind of laughter is not typical of me — especially not around people I respect. But there I was, laughing like a little child, completely free of myself. And the harder I tried to stop, the more genuine it became.

What Lifted

And as I laughed, something lifted.

Grief lifted.

Confusion lifted.

Sorrow loosened its grip.

The joy of the Lord poured in.

“The joy of the Lord is your strength.”

— Nehemiah 8:10 (KJV)

The Nature of His Healing

The Holy Spirit met me right where I was — not with heaviness, not with correction, but with joy. Healing joy. Healing laughter.

“To give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning…”

— Isaiah 61:3 (KJV)

Holy Witness in Exhaustion

And when the Spirit finished ministering, I felt what I always feel when the Lord visits me deeply: I became very tired. That holy exhaustion that comes after God works — not confusion, not weakness — but the peaceful tiredness that follows divine healing presence.

I’ve felt it in the house of the Lord . I’ve felt it after testifying. I’ve felt it when God has used me to minister to others. And I felt it again that day. It was the confirmation that the Holy Spirit had truly been there.

“And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.”

— Philippians 4:7 (KJV)

The Right Medicine

What struck me most was this: God knew exactly what kind of medicine I needed. Not words. Not explanations. Not striving. But laughter.

Scripture tells us that “a merry heart doeth good like a medicine.” And that day, the Lord proved it to me again.

Ordinary Obedience, Holy Ground

It was a small moment. A simple, silly moment. But it was saturated with His presence.

And I believe — truly — that if that ride had been just a little longer, the healing would have gone even deeper. That’s how real His presence was.

I’m so grateful for the faithfulness of the saints. Grateful for obedience. Grateful that in something as ordinary as giving someone a ride home, God can show up in extraordinary ways.

My Testimony Today

Today, I just want to testify that God still heals.

He still meets us where we are.

He still inhabits the praises of His people.

And sometimes — beautifully, unexpectedly — He heals us through laughter.

And for that, I praise Him.

“In thy presence is fulness of joy.”

— Psalm 16:11 (kjv)

From my quiet heart to yours,
may you hear His whisper…
— Spring Lynn Booth

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