O Lord, when I tried to peel a banana, it slipped from my hand. The whole bunch was shiny and slick! What idiot would grease a bowl of fruit? Then it hit me. I’d aimed PAM at a pan … with the nozzle pointed elsewhere.
O Lord, thank You for a mostly fun weekend. I’m not sure about Your policy on basketball. But OMG, I talk with You about everything. So maybe we can discuss whatever happened during the last minute of this game?
O my God, I know ants are Your creatures, too. But the few that appeared in my kitchen last week have invited nine million relatives to stay. OMG, since I don’t speak ant, would You not so kindly inform them that if they don’t leave, eviction will be the least of their worries?
OMG, You are right, of course. We want our hotel rooms — and our politicians — much cleaner than we are at home.
O my God, I love Sundays, when I can worship You, shirk the work, eat a big dinner and take a lo-o-ong nap. Mondays? Not so much. Back to deadlines, diet and a nap time only in my dreams. But OMG, so glad to spend time with You seven days a week!
O my God, watching Mary Poppins again made me want to dance, to fly! But this morning, I’m doing laundry, not dancing. So far, my umbrella hasn’t lifted me one inch. Still, OMG, thank You for those fun songs that let me soar — even on a Monday.
Oh, my God, thank You for a Chicago weekend, with thousands of fascinating people, fun events, amazing sights. Today at home, nobody wants to pour my coffee. Instead, a cranky to-do list points its finger at me. OMG, I’m thankful You are Immanuel, God with me, this Monday morning!