O Lord, it’s a tough world right now. But OMG, thank You for a new purple hat and other silly blessings that give us grins!
OMG, please make me like my daffodil — determined to bloom and brighten, no matter what crazy winds blow!
O Lord, everyone’s wearing masks and bumping elbows. No handshakes. No hugging allowed! OMG, You are the God who touched lepers. I’m so glad You and I don’t have to do the Wuhan shake.
No way, they said. It can’t happen, they said. But OMG, thank You that nothing could or can keep the Resurrection down!
O Lord, thank You for the life skills my children learned as they competed, including winning and losing with grace. And, OMG, thank You that while occasionally warned to shut up, I was never thrown out.
Lord, You know that my beach rating — never a 10 — has dropped into negative digits. Still, I love to swim, and I won’t stop. OMG, I’m so glad Jesus loves me, air-brushed or wear-and-tear-brushed!
Oh my God, thank You for gorgeous summer dawns. Here, country mornings exhale a little bit of heaven, the sweet air fresh as if You just created it. But OMG — can’t the sun sleep in a few minutes longer so I can, too?
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 began.
So did the joy.
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.