Oh my God, thank You for 44 years of marriage! — though wasn’t it only yesterday when I thought 40 was old? Still, it’s nice to know that while Hubby got excited about standing next to an Indiana U. basketball star, OMG, he still likes standing next to me.
Oh, my God, thank You for these poinsettias, sent weeks ago by friends whose wrapped gifts already grace their trees. The blooms have thrived at our house — though, OMG, I think they find us a little confusing.
Oh, my God, I’m so glad You gave Mary three whole months with Elizabeth, because pregnant women need to talk. They could gripe about morning sickness. They could compare the angels who’d stood on their doorsteps. They could talk about their babies. … OMG, while You were doing Your greatest Miracle, You wanted women to talk.
O my God, You know Hubby and I recently awoke to a cr-r-r-ack! and balls of blue light outside our window. Fortunately, no aliens appeared, and blessed power-and-light repair folks soon restored electricity. OMG, this Monday morning, thank You for a boring alarm clock and bedside lamp.
O my God, Thank You for neighbors’ big trees. Though I don’t own them, I have borrowed their beauty every day. And OMG, thank You for the way they inspire my baby trees. The little guys want to grow up to be just like them!
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, thank You my 91-year-old dad survived a stay in a hospital’s ICU. Thank You the nurses did, too! While he hasn’t yet recovered the health of this before-hospital pic, OMG, it’s so good to see Dad sitting on his front porch again.