I can well imagine how heaven sounded this morning. Echoes of majestic laughter as my Lord looked down on his lowly servant surveying the transformation of paradise.
My view even after an earlier shoveling match.
My paradise whited all over.
A bit later the work is done and God's merriment diminishes.
I may not be all that happy but it is still beautiful.
Ok, it may be white but it is still paradise.
I can hear God's laughter fading; another has been converted. I hope he is now turning to warmer ideas.
In case you were wondering, God's laughter sounds the same as a shovel dragging across my dock.