I think God in heaven just tips His head back and belly laughs sometimes.
I really do!
After all, we were created to laugh, and weren't we made in His image,
and isn't He the one that said that laughter does good like medicine?
I think He cries too, and Heaven knows, there's plenty of things in this world of His to cry about.
But, I don't believe His cries are ever cries of hopelessness or despair, because He knows the end of the story.
I think His tears are over what we do to ourselves.
Oh, how He loves us, and hates what we do to hurt ourselves and one another.
Yes, I believe He hates.
He hates the sin that destroys His most beloved creation.
Yes, I believe He gets angry too.
Not the kind of anger we feel when things are out of our control or we're frustrated, but the anger of righteous indignation.
He is Righteous.
And oh, how very much He has to be indignant about in this sin deformed world.
But, He is full of joy, too.
He sings, He spins with delight, He claps His hands, and He laughs.
Oh, how He laughs!
It must shake all of heaven and ripple through the whole universe when He laughs.
This week I feel His smile.
I feel His joy.
I can almost hear His laughter…
as baby granddaughter gets more yogurt on her than in her…
as only grandson tries his hardest to catch one of auntie's chickens…
as cousins splash together on hot summer days…
and share m and m covered donuts...
as sand castle building and sea creature catching are the work of the day...
and even middle aged Nana's can't help but leap for the joy of it all.
Yes, I believe that God laughs.
And I know that He loves.
Oh, how very, very much, He loves.