O Lord, I do appreciate well-trained, caring professionals who do so much to keep my teeth healthy. But OMG, I do look forward to the day when getting my crown has nothing to do with dentists.
OMG, Thank You for a harvest in which there is standing room only!
Lord, thank you for ripe, melting peaches, especially in peach praline shortcake. Do I also appreciate the 20-mile bike rides Hubby plans in order to lessen the shortcake effects? OMG, I am grateful . . . when they’re done.
O Lord, thank You for giving us our daily bread. But OMG, sometimes when we least expect it, Your biggie-bag blessings blow our minds!
O Lord, I know You have many more important issues on Your mind than who wins a ballgame. Plus, I can’t imagine that You take sides. But with the Cubs battling for the playoffs, OMG, do You think You might make an exception?
O, Lord, thank You for our grandchildren, with their bright, shiny, Cadillac brains. But OMG, when one wipes out both Grandma and Grandpa in Monopoly, isn’t that a little much?
O Lord, Your critters regard our garden as their personal Golden Corral. They pilfer green beans and peppers. They make off with our tomatoes. Maybe, OMG, You might talk them into stealing some squash?
O Lord, no human beings look as enthusiastic about pulling weeds as we do about eating ice cream. Yet, OMG, thank You for our grandkids’ excellent help in shaping up garden and house!
O Lord, thank You for the life skills my children learned as they competed, including winning and losing with grace. And, OMG, thank You that while occasionally warned to shut up, I was never thrown out.
Lord, You know that my beach rating — never a 10 — has dropped into negative digits. Still, I love to swim, and I won’t stop. OMG, I’m so glad Jesus loves me, air-brushed or wear-and-tear-brushed!