Yup! That was me!

I figured life was about being serious, sensitive, and saintly.  But I decided to ask God how he had made me. One word came back. Funny. I doubled up in Close-up portrait of an ostrichlaughter. I purposely stopped being funny at age fourteen. We were at a camp. My father was the director. One morning early, I ran his underclothes up the flagpole. I thought he would laugh. I got that one wrong, but I vowed never to be funny again… Funny what promises God asks us to break.

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