O my God, every morning is fresh and lovely as if You, the Artist, stayed up all night just to surprise us. The trees, with lush greenness, shifting shadows and sunshine, shout, “Hallelujah!” OMG, borrowing Your air, I just have to join in.
O my God, my life is so crazy right now that if somebody stole my identity, I’d thank them! Then sneak off to Bongo Bongo and eat chocolate in anonymous bliss. But You have better plans for me? Well . . . okay — as long as You, OMG, hold my hand.
O my God, so far, my husband has discussed the state of our camper’s spare tire and the stock market, the Chicago Cubs’ woes, and sixth-century Boethius’ theology. OMG, thank You for Hubby’s astute mind. But first, may I pour my second cup of coffee?
O my God, why, when You plant hardy, luxuriant flowers, do we yank out those “weeds” and plant fussy replacements? Yet King Solomon, who topped biblical best-dressed lists, couldn’t compete with these. OMG, thank You for these lilies that make my yard look like a field.
O my God, thank You for my dad, a missionary/pastor/class clown from many years past. After nearly 90 years on planet earth, his booming hahaha continues with more than a tinge of wickedness. OMG, I’m curious: How do You plan to handle him upon his graduation to heaven?
O my God, this darling baby was all about eating crayons and paper, not drawing with them. But now, our oldest grandchild, newly anointed teen, is off to her first day of art camp. OMG, You and her parents have grown her so well! (But I haven’t grown older, right?)
O my God, while sweeping mulch from the back of Hubby’s pickup truck, I tripped and did a swan dive over the edge. Gives a whole new meaning to (ouch!) falling off the turnip truck. But OMG, thank You that I’m still in one piece!
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.)