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.
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?