O my God, thank You for our weekend in the city. A luxury hotel at a bargain price. Steaks, seafood, Chinese. An incredible symphony performance that made our hearts sing. Now we’re home again. Work. Laundry. And nobody jumps to fill my coffee cup. OMG, so glad You live here, too!
O my God, I have never been good at doing laundry. How can you entrust the Kingdom of God to someone who tangles hangers into clumps and tie-dyes underwear? Still, you love me. And that’s good to know on a Monday.