WHAT DO YOU CALL THIS LAUGHTER?

Do you remember the times you cried yourself to sleep?

Do you remember those moments when you fed on addiction just to keep breathing?

Do you remember when guilt felt like Indomie and egg, mixed with sweet vegetables and semovita—everything piled together, too heavy to swallow?

Do you remember?

Back then, it was:

“God, please save me.”

Back then, the tears were real.

The shame was real.

The pain was real.

There were things you couldn't talk about.

Things you wished you could erase.

Things you thought would forever define you.

But look at you today.

You're looking back and asking:

“Do you remember?”

What was once your agony has now become a story you can write about.

What once made you cry has become a lesson you can teach.

What once brought shame has become a testimony you can dance to.

What once felt like the end has become history—

a history you can use to teach your generation.

So tell me…

What do you call this laughter?

I call it DELIVERANCE.

Someone paid the price.

I call it LOVE—a love that found you when you couldn't find your way back.

Come.

Let's laugh about the past.

Not because it wasn't painful,

but because it no longer has the power it once had over us.

And if you're still going through something today,

if you feel trapped,

if you feel like nobody understands,

if you're wondering who will come and help you—

God is the Helper of men.

The same God who brought someone else through

can bring you through too.

One day, you may look back at this chapter and say:

“Do you remember?”

And instead of tears,

there will be laughter.

Instead of shame,

there will be testimony.

Instead of agony,

there will be praise.

This is my history.

This is my testimony.

This is my laughters