Tickling His Funnybone

[Excuse the video title; it's obnoxious and irrelevant to this post.]


I have watched this one many times in the past few days, since I spotted it on Daughter's Facebook page. It makes me laugh. And I think about all kinds of things: about how much I love our girls, about how much I enjoy listening to their stories, about how good it feels to have a parent listen to your story from beginning to end, and about how language develops in children.

I also remember reading a textbook that stated that babies' noises are the same through about six months of age, and then they diversify according to the language spoken around them. A Chinese baby over six months of age, for example, will start making sounds that are more tonal than an American baby. Since reading that, I've wanted to line up 9-month olds from different language groups and compare their noises!

But what struck me most, as I watched and listened and laughed over this video, was that it reminds me of God and me. I'm always babbling something in His direction, quite assertively and incessantly, deadly serious and in earnest, ... and hardly taking a breather to listen. I think most of us who believe in God do that. And I'd really like to think that He doesn't respond by glowering or interrupting or tuning us out, but that He chuckles with amusement and delight, knowing He loves us and that eventually we'll grow up and understand that a good conversation flows both ways, hopefully fairly equally.