God expresses Himself differently to some of us.  Whether because we can take more of Him than others, or whether because He has to condescend even further to our particular level, I cannot say.

Until Sunday, my latest example was in the temple, where laughing at myself brought me into harmony with the Spirit, who was also laughing at me.

Sunday right before taking the sacrament I had one of those little flashes of existential doubt that we get occasionally.  You know, feeling flat and wondering if all the gospel and its rituals is empty motions.

The Spirit instantly, but I mean instantly, let loose an exasperated outburst.  I have never experienced anything like it before.  It wasn’t angry.  But it was fed-up and rapid-fire.  Like this:  How many times have you been told that if you are sloppy on personal prayer and personal scripture study your testimony will get flabbier, and what exactly have you been sloppy on for the last while?  And good grief, we’ve practically been answering every single prayer of yours lately [True].  You know they’ve been answered.  We made the answers come so quickly and involve so much coincidence and serendipity, we practically put flashing lights and sirens on them [also True].

Me: . . .

My internal dialogue shut up about its doubts and decided to enjoy the sacrament.

Just an hour before, I had been called to be a counselor in my Elders Quorum presidency.  After I accepted the call, on a mental track completely separate from the one with my doubts and the Spirit taking me to task, I had been thinking about that calling.  The main thought I had was that I should routinely open my home to be social with the members of the quorum.  This is an odd thought for me, because I am an introvert.  I remember thinking, ‘huh, what a peculiar idea.’  But it did not have the flavor of an unwelcome divine command, it just seemed like some odd whim of my own.  And since I always give due place to my own odd whims, I mentally kicked the idea around.

Immediately after the sacrament meeting, I was set apart for my calling.  The blessing was short and to the point: it said that I should open my home to be social with the members of the quorum.

It all clicked.

I do not know what form the divine emotion took at that point.  But the way I experienced it, filtered through my consciousness, was God having a fit of the giggles.