I caught myself doing it the other day.

I was sitting at a table with some coworkers as we were finishing up a day's work, and someone said something funny.

Little did I know, I was...smiling.

Dare I say...laughing.

It felt so “odd,” so “foreign,” that I didn't know what to make of it.

At first, I quickly covered my mouth with my hand because I was almost ashamed.

I was shocked that I could feel joy and happiness.

I liked that feeling.

It was then I realized I really enjoyed my job, didn't dread pulling into the parking lot, and was thankful to be around professional, efficient, and genuinely, friendly people.

When they say “Have a nice day,” they really mean it.

Thus-no matter what happens, no matter what situation you may encounter, you indeed do end up having a nice day.

A couple of evenings ago my wife was telling me about something our five-year-old son, Drake, had said.

They were driving down the road, and she was asking Drake about school, then started talking to him about silly stuff (Imagine that!).

They were talking about things like, “What do we do if we run out of gas?”

Drake would answer something like, “Go to a gas station.”

“What if it rains?”

“Get am umbrella,” Drake would say.

(Here's where the silliness comes in...)

“What if mommy gets stinky feet?”

“Ask God for help.” Drake said.

“Why would I do that?” Renee' asked.

“Because God takes care of everything!” Drake replied.

When my wife told me that story, I chuckled and even did the “knee-slapping” thing.

Which surprised her...and me.

Not only do I hardly never react to anything, I certainly don't react “positively.”

I just thought that was a great story, and was amazed a youngster “gets” the whole “God thing.”

See, why can't adults be like that?

I thought about that for the longest time.

As we grow from children to adults, we lose that “innocence” and see things differently.

We probably think about things too much.

Lord knows I do.

I am the consummate worrier.

I get so bogged down in “thinking” that I have trouble “doing.”

Every negative aspect of every situation is considered, and I have a “What if?” for everything.

Until...

A couple of weeks ago, I thought things had gotten about as bad as they could get.

You know how it is-you get sick and tired of being sick and tired.

I was frustrated that no matter what I did, or tried to do, nothing seemed to work out.

(Some of you may see where this is going.)

So, I was frantically reading my Bible (and there is a big difference between “reading” and “understanding”), and stumbled across the part about trusting in the Lord, and handing things over to Him.

Shoot, why, not, I'd tried everything else.

Of course, there wasn't a bolt of lightning from the sky at that moment, but I noticed over the next, few days, that things were...different.

I didn't win the lottery, but somehow, someway, bills got paid.

I noticed I tended to fall asleep easier, rest better, and wake up without wanting to bury my head in my pillow and curse teach new day-worrying about what might happen.

Instead of sitting and brooding, I'd plant myself wherever the kids were, and found their joy contagious.

I found it was also easier to interact with people when you cast away your chains and walk with a lighter, higher step.

And wouldn't you know it, I caught myself smiling-and laughing-every once in a while.

As long as I keep faithful, things sure do seem to go smoothly.

With the right attitude, it's easier to see all the blessings, and not just all the bad things.

I haven't discovered some big secret-just what people have been telling me for years.

The “God stuff” is the “good stuff.”