I have a loud laugh, but without the charm of, say, Julia Roberts or Goldie Hawn. Thanks to asthma, a laugh leads to coughing and tears rolling down my cheeks, and the absurdity of that makes me laugh even harder.
I laugh a lot. I've always said that I am not funny, but I do have a good sense of humor. My animals give me several guffaws a day. Certain television shows slay me (Just watched three episodes of "Extras" starring Ricky Gervais last night and nearly died on the couch.)
My sons have reacted to my laugh with equal parts glee and embarrassment. Which means I've succesfully done my job. They each performed quite a bit, and could tell where I was in the audience thanks to my letting loose, with my husband "shooshing" me because we would miss the next line of dialogue.
I find life and my role in it quite amusing. I know that I am going through a depressive cycle when I don't see the humor in the mundane.
Since we are created in the Lord's image, it delights me entirely that our Heavenly Father must have a big belly laugh going on.
I'm grateful that no matter what my circumstances, I can find something ironic or humorous in it.
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord!