Laughing with God

The other evening, I finished with the evenings activities early, and thought maybe instead of calling tomorrow, I’d make the phone call I’d been planning today. To call overseas, I go to a nearby photocopy/phone booth place. You may seen the pictures on my Flickr page. The booths look small from the angle I took them, but they are actually pretty large, with a fan and light in each one, and a chair too. Well, if I wanted to make that phone call I’d need to find some money. I keep most of my money outside of my house, somewhere else safer. But of course I have a little at home for day to day expenses, and for the trips to the market, money just seems to come in handy of getting food! Well, I remembered that when I had left that morning, my money was lying on my desk, but I decided to conceal it. This is not the first time this has happened, but now I just could not find my money. I checked usually hiding spots, no go. Of course I prayed to start, asking God to forgive my forgetfulness and to point out where I hid the money. Apparently I hid the money so well, I couldn’t even steal it from myself, were that possible. After a good 45 minutes, I understood once again why Dr. George in developmental psychology talked about the benefits of being organized, on average people spend one and half hours looking for misplaced things, like keys and yes at times money. Well I was really praying now. I had turned the place upside down. I almost decided to give up for the evening and renew the search in the morning. When I spotted my old cell phone case on the desk. Hmmmm, I haven’t checked in there yet. No, that’s not logical (well it’s not logical to loose money either). So I looked inside and to my chagrin, what did I find, the lost money. I felt like the woman that found the lost coin in one of Jesus parables, I was so happy. But quite rapidly I turned angry. How could I be so dumb! Right there in front of me, and evidently I had to leave the phone call off to the next day. I was kicking me self in the pants, when it seemed I heard God chuckling. Now I couldn’t an audible laugh, but I sensed He was laughing. I don’t believe God laughs at us, He loves us, He sympathizes with our problems and weaknesses. But in this case He wasn’t laughing at me, because I soon joined. How funny I can be. I really got worked up over this money, and the whole time there it was in front of me. I tried to not laugh, saying, hey this isn’t funny, but I couldn’t help it. My neighbors might think I am bit strange, laughing to myself in my room. It was an unusual but a precious moment with God. To realize that yes, I may act silly sometimes, but the God understands, and we can laugh through it together!