The other day, God and I had an interesting conversation. I often talk to God. Sometimes, I shut up and let God get a word in edgewise. Once in a while, I even listen.
“You need to laugh more,” God said.
“You may be right,” I said to God.
“I usually am,” said God.
And I laughed.
. . .
I laughed again this afternoon. This was not due to a God conversation, but a wife conversation. She was trying to get into the car to go to a birthday party, but was having a difficult time. It is generally considered unsafe to drive an automobile with the door open and one leg outside the car.
So, I bent down very gingerly to help her get entirely into the car. She laughed and said, “I didn’t realize how much my leg was hurting until I tried to get it in the car.”
“I understand,” I replied. “My back is hurting so much that I had to be carefully bending down to help you.”
We laughed.
“Old age is such fun,” I continued. “If I had known how much fun it was, I would have gotten old a lot sooner.”
Who knows? I may just laugh again before the day is over.
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