“Have you heard God laugh today?”

The private message came from out of the blue from a friend I rarely hear from. She said she felt she was supposed to ask me that question.

It haunted me.

My days have been serious. A best friend’s husband has cancer. I’m still adjusting to way too much quiet. The voice in my head (NOT the True voice in my heart) says all kinds of mean things to me.

How do you hear God’s laughter?

I believe He laughs. Is full of good humor.

But where do I find it, this God-laughter?

The questions stayed with me for the next few days, which happened to include a wonderful snowfall AND Superbowl Sunday.

This meant big brother drove home from college to hang with the guys.

It also meant lots of testosterone at my house.

Jerry and I spent a fair amount of time at the kitchen window watching those overgrown boys.

“They’re like frisky calves.”

“Little” brother (all 6 foot 1 inches of him) and his best friend piled a mound of snow on our deck. Brother-in-law had the video ready to catch slow-mo action.

“Big” brother (not quite six foot) awaited the challenge.

Big brother would strip down (covering only the most important parts with clothing)

Then he would lie on the snow and “little” brother and best friend would bury him.

And yes I do believe I heard God laugh.

Until next time,

Tagged: boys will be boys, family, God's laughter, snow day