OMG, this Presidents’ Day, thank You that I’m not the President. Even as a child, I realized it must be one tough job. Our teacher called George Washington the Father of Our Country. His classroom portrait looked more like the Grandma of Our Country. Look what the presidency did to him!
Oh my God, thank You for the get-up-and-go You give this little guy. After a blow-out first-year birthday party, he still puts the Energizer Bunny to shame. His grandma? Not so much. But OMG, that baby face’s glow still warms Grandma’s busy Monday morning. …
Oh my God, after a decade of absence, You have led me back to the classroom. Thank You, as my students will teach me so much! Still, OMG, thank You for a Tuesday class so my Mondays can stay normal.
Oh my God, I’m not sure why you gave me such big feet. Worse, they now demand sensible shoes (aka ugly) instead of cute stilettos. Still, OMG, thank You that they take me where I want to go. And that both they and I love fuzzy socks in January!
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, facing a new year, this 1950s model feels a little dated and more than a little creaky. But OMG, with You at the wheel, high adventure awaits!
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.