Proof That God Has a Sense of Humor

This morning, I was doing my normal routine before work. I got out my vitamins, left the cabinet open, and opened the refrigerator to get something to drink. When I stood up from a crouching position, I banged my head on the corner of the cabinet door. "Ouch!" was the interjection that exploded from my lips (although my brain thought a few other unkind words). Joi, who was sitting in the living room doing her morning bible study and prayer time, asked if I was okay. I told her what happened, while vigorously rubbing my coconut and checking for blood. She told me that she had just finished praying that God would keep me safe today. As soon as the words were finished in her prayer, bang!!!... I whacked my noggin on the corner of the cabinet door. Either this is a preview into what my coming week will be like, or God has a serious sense of humor. I tend to lean toward the latter.