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!