O my God, have you heard a single “Nice weather we’re having” today? Not that I’ve thanked You for the winter advisory, either. Maybe … You might explain why we need more snow? I didn’t think so. OMG, is January Your way of teaching Your kids, “Because I said so”?
O my God, what a wonderful anniversary weekend in the city! This morning, though, we’re home, and no one’s hurrying to fill our coffee cups. We even have to (gasp!) return to work. Yet, OMG, thank You for this big part of the happy ever after.
O my God, a few days ago, I traveled south to a special middle-school concert. Yesterday, I traveled north to a special Christmas violin recital. This morning, I’m headed home, a little tired. But OMG, thank You that I’m a grandma groupie!
O my God, when a squalling baby interrupted a Christmas brass choir concert, I inwardly grumbled, “Why did those parents bring that kid?” Then, OMG, You reminded me: “The group is playing ‘What Child Is This.’ But you think babies shouldn’t be allowed at Christmas?”
O my God, I’ve already received two Christmas cards. My neighborhood blooms with lights and holiday trees. But other than a drippy winter cold arriving with a promptness Amazon would envy, my Advent is running behind. Again.
OMG, maybe I’ll catch up with Christmas in heaven?
O my God, thank You for Thanksgiving! Feasting, fussing, playing and praying, our four generations celebrated Thanksgiving with everything in us. Today, however, I will make lunch for two instead of 18. I walk without laming myself on Legos. Quiet reigns again in our empty nest …