When I was a wee tyke, I asked my dad why I couldn’t get my dog, Roy, to laugh (named for Roy Rogers). My dad told me it was Roy’s way to laugh when he approached me wagging his tail. I asked why he couldn’t laugh the way we do. He said God gave the power to laugh to people only. Again, I wondered why. He said because God likes to laugh and wants to share it only with us.
I started laughing. My dad asked what was funny? I said I want God to be happy, so I laugh to make Him laugh. I thought then, and now, that laughing with God is prayer too.
Among the following might be some possibilities. Go ahead and laugh. Then watch your dog’s tail wagging.
A few quick thoughts:
- It’s probably my age that tricks people into thinking I’m an adult.
- Life is like a helicopter. I don’t know how to operate a helicopter.
- It’s weird being the same age as old people.
- The devil whispered to me, “I’m coming for you.” I whispered back, “I’ll be a half hour in heaven afore ye know I’m gone.”
- If 2020 was a math word-problem it would sound like this: If you’re going down a river at 2 MPH and your canoe loses a wheel, how much pancake mix would you need to re-shingle your roof?
A job well done is a great feeling! But an UH-OH? Begs rationalizing from the encyclopedia of UH-OH’s!
More humor to take the sting out of that alligator-biting-your-ankle kind of day.
Mirth makes for a joyful heart; a hearty laugh clears the airways (God likes it too).
[“A cheerful heart is good medicine,
but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.” Proverbs 17:22]
And may all your trials be happy ones with liquid center chocolates.