Oh, my God, You know that after my first child’s
birth, my pastor told me, “Nothing, short of salvation, will change your life
like motherhood.” Duh. With my watermelon-sized stomach, hadn’t I been defying
gravity? OMG, little did I know that after it flattened—sort of—the real labor
Oh, my God, on a gorgeous May morning like this, please help students of all ages who don’t want to study. Lord, help us teachers, who want to play hooky even more. And OMG, please grant us another sunny day soon, when school’s out, when we can all go outside and play.
O my God, You made crocuses so brave and bright — though some say they’re not too bright, thumbing little purple and yellow noses at frozen spring. But OMG, while You’re also into smarts, Your crocuses demonstrate that faith can’t be overrated!
OMG, this Presidents’ Day, thank You that I’m not the
President. Even as a child, I realized it must be one tough job. Our teacher called
George Washington the Father of Our Country. His classroom portrait looked more
like the Grandma of Our Country. Look what the presidency did to him!
Oh my God, thank You for the get-up-and-go You give this little guy. After a blow-out first-year birthday party, he still puts the Energizer Bunny to shame. His grandma? Not so much. But OMG, that baby face’s glow still warms Grandma’s busy Monday morning. …
Oh, my God, thank You for these poinsettias, sent weeks ago by friends whose wrapped gifts already grace their trees. The blooms have thrived at our house — though, OMG, I think they find us a little confusing.
Oh, my God, I’m so glad You gave Mary three whole months with Elizabeth, because pregnant women need to talk. They could gripe about morning sickness. They could compare the angels who’d stood on their doorsteps. They could talk about their babies. … OMG, while You were doing Your greatest Miracle, You wanted women to talk.