It recently occurred to me that God probably feels the same way about his children.
When we laugh, we are happy and free. During that moment of laughter, we are not worried, anxious, or stressed. And so it must give God great joy to see his children buckled over in laughter, just as it does me with my kids.
What’s weird is that laughter is a universally loved activity, and yet, adulthood often finds us treating it as a non-renewable resource, something to be reserved for when after our work is done. We leave it out of serious and challenging situations, and grow suspicious of people who do too much of it.
I’ve always believed in the power of laughter, but this little insight — that God loves to hear us laugh as much I love hearing my kids laugh — well, it just takes the importance of laugher to a whole new level.
And reminds me just how much Adultitis must hate it.