I have been too serious lately. I didn’t even notice it until someone told a funny joke. My face felt funny as I laughed. Really, my smile felt foreign.

I had been walking around, going through my routines, without even cracking a smile. I probably looked like Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh. I can just replay the scene in my mind. "Oh well," I would moan. "I guess I should be thankful that my house isn’t flooded. Sure did seem like a lot of water, though."

So, I stepped over to the mirror and looked. Yikes! I wonder if I even smiled today. It wasn’t as if things were all that bad. It was just that I had become busy, crossing tasks off my "to do" list. I hadn’t even taken time to enjoy my kindergartners’ giggles or the brilliant afternoon sunshine.

Goodness gracious. How in the world can I communicate my love for Jesus if I go around complaining? How can I feel God’s presence when I focus more on my "to-do" list and forget who I’m created "to be?"

I’m going to go check out one of those Junie B. Jones books from the library. This afternoon, I’m going to take some time out to laugh. Who knows? Maybe, I’ll even laugh out loud.