O my God, thank You for our escape to a national forest for two carefree weeks of camping. But OMG, look what followed us home!
O my God, my life is so crazy right now that if somebody stole my identity, I’d thank them! Then sneak off to Bongo Bongo and eat chocolate in anonymous bliss. But You have better plans for me? Well . . . okay — as long as You, OMG, hold my hand.
O my God, so far, my husband has discussed the state of our camper’s spare tire and the stock market, the Chicago Cubs’ woes, and sixth-century Boethius’ theology. OMG, thank You for Hubby’s astute mind. But first, may I pour my second cup of coffee?
O my God, thank You for my dad, a missionary/pastor/class clown from many years past. After nearly 90 years on planet earth, his booming hahaha continues with more than a tinge of wickedness. OMG, I’m curious: How do You plan to handle him upon his graduation to heaven?