O my God, Thank You for my dad, who starts each day with a booming, bass chorus of “Holy, Holy, Holy.” Yet this past week, when I traveled to celebrate his 90th birthday, he extended his usual greeting: “So . . . how much weight have you gained this time?”
Thank You that this Monday morning, I’m back home, a thousand miles away. But OMG, how I miss my reverent, rascally dad!
O my God, this morning, I saw them: two sneaky snowflakes, hardly bigger than gnats, zooming past my window. Only two teeny-tiny dots. But OMG, they closed a whole chapter of the year and started another.
O my God, thank You for making Hubby and I unique individuals. But now that it’s October, he wants to turn on the heat. I still want to throw open windows. OMG, for us, marriage gives a whole new meaning to “hot woman” and “cool guy.”
O my God, I did not invite this zinnia You sent to sprout in my brick border. But when she showed up, it seemed impolite to disinvite her. Now, OMG, she’s bloomed brighter and lovelier than many who made my guest list.
O my God, when GPS and I disagreed about an airport car rental location, thank You for a counter guy, baggage man, and bus lady who showed this cranky traveler way more grace than I deserved. OMG, they reminded me of You, Jesus — You found me when I was REALLY lost.
O my God, To me, this Texas rental car’s console resembles that of a Star Wars fighter ship. So nice when Hubby handles these things. But he is safe and sound at home — unlike the interstate drivers around me. OMG, may your guardian angels and insurance angels watch over us all.
O my God, You knew — though we didn’t, at 15 and 16 — that we’d be sharing the same boat for a lifetime. Thank You that we celebrated my Boy Scout’s birthday the way he likes best! And OMG, with Your help, may we paddle together for many years to come.