Lawdy, Lawdy. My old self is 40.
For some reason this birthday is supposed to make me depressed. Whatever. I’m not.
Yes, I am 40. I’m also fat, wrinkled, sagging, greying and somewhat menopausal. The strange thing is that all the people that I love and who love me back don’t seem to care one bit about all that stuff. (Which is good since none of it seems to be changing despite my darnedest efforts.)
Of all the blessings that God has given me, there is one thing I am thankful for above all. I cannot remember one day of my life that I haven’t laughed. If I look back on even the darkest days, at some point God gave me laughter. Sure, it was probably a bitter, sarcastic laugh. But heck ya’ll, I take it where I can get it.
I love to make people laugh. I love it when other people make me laugh. It’s just my favorite thing. And because God loves me so much (I’m His favorite. Don’t be jealous. You’re his favorite too.) He placed me in the middle of a community of goofs. Between my family and friends, I just never run out of stuff to laugh about.
So whether I have 40 more years, days or minutes on this side of Heaven, I pray God just lets me keep laughing.
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