O my God, writing in my jammies all morning on Saturdays appears perfectly legal. Wearing my robe, I answer doorbells without a qualm. On Monday? Not so much. But OMG, real waistbands stifle creativity. Thank You, that You get that — even if the UPS guy doesn’t.
O my God, how my hubby suffered when storms forced us to cancel our camping weekend—especially as we were to inaugurate his new kayak’s maiden voyage. But thank You for providing a sunny Sunday afternoon for the above adventure. (Otherwise, OMG, I may have had to flee elsewhere for a week.)
O my God, thank You for entrusting three wonderful, beautiful children to me. And, OMG, thank You that now that they’re busy caring for their own kids, I could eat this whole thing on Mother’s Day without sharing a single bite.
O my God, after seemingly endless rain and gloom, we wonder if You forgot to set Your alarm. Worse, maybe You left on an infinite vacation. Then surprise! On this sunny day, Your Light drenches us. We remember that You and the sun are there always — whether we see You or not.
O my God, thank You for giving me the ability to concoct mystery plots. Yet I appear to have a chip missing when it comes to replacing towels in my bathroom — until I really need one. OMG, thank You that regardless of my missing chip, You love this drip.
O my God, our little crabapple was the Easter equivalent of Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree. But You breathed Your resurrection into it — what a difference! And OMG, what a difference You can make in us!
O my God, thank You for this fun time with my dad and his wife, creating good memories. Thank You especially that the night before my arrival, the storm that toppled this nearby oak missed their home — or OMG, my memories might have been very different.