O my God, a March Monday seems drearier than most. But this fella showed up on my dining room floor and perked up when I fed him sugar water. OMG, You always bring life and color to my days. Thank You for this butterfly blessing!
O my God, every year, I warn my daffodils to stay safe! Yet, every year, these marines of the flower world are the first to invade winter’s dreary kingdom. OMG, thank You that my daffodils are far gutsier than I am!
O my God, thanks for three awesome excuses for a goof-off-in-PJ’s Saturday morning, ice cream with Garfield, and a cool Lego movie — all instead of working. But now, OMG, they’ve gone home, and both my fridge and I are feeling kind of empty.
O my God, thank You for this pretty mug. My friend bought an identical one so we can share a coffee break, though miles apart. However—is this the best mug for a Monday morning? Because, OMG, I’d rather count the polka dots than go to work.
O my God, the Ten Commandments include “Thou shalt not covet,” so I try not to envy those who spend $$$$ so they can post beach pictures in Florida. But OMG, is it wrong to feel just a little smug that today in Indiana, we’re expecting 65 degrees?
O my God, some believe a human and an alien can make a marriage work only in the movies. Hubby and I are living proof that, with Your help, it can happen for real. But OMG, in our marriage, which is which?
O my God, thank You for our long-ago skinny years, when Hubby couldn’t find bell-bottoms with a small enough waist. When I drank shakes to gain weight. OMG, please help us through this present era of inflation as we try to deflate!
O my God, thank You for my beautiful grandsons with their sweet, innocent faces. If they told me, as they did their mother, that they did not keep raw bacon in their pajama drawer, I would believe them. OMG, wouldn’t You?