Cardinal Greenway, Sweetser, IN
O my God, thank You for a 20-mile bike ride with Hubby the past weekend. However, this Monday morning [groan], my legs refuse to move any farther than the coffee pot. Still, OMG, smiles from that fun afternoon will go the distance!
O my God, I loved teaching at Taylor University’s writing conference last weekend. Students listened. Didn’t swing from light fixtures or explode cherry bombs. Yet I’m bushed! OMG, perhaps I should pray more for teachers starting their school year?
O my God, You are brave, allowing us freedom of expression. All these heated political attacks! OMG, wouldn’t they be cooled considerably if before saying a word, snarling opponents were required by law to eat big-scoop ice cream cones?
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?