O Lord, You know we love camping in Your wild, beautiful world. But this year, a gnat plague of biblical (Exodus 8:16-19) proportions swarmed us the entire trip. After we returned home, Hubby even sorted piles of dirty laundry in his truck’s bed, rather than let the pests infest our house. OMG, Pharaoh wouldn’t listen to You, but we want to know: was it something we said?
O my God, I know ants are Your creatures, too. But the few that appeared in my kitchen last week have invited nine million relatives to stay. OMG, since I don’t speak ant, would You not so kindly inform them that if they don’t leave, eviction will be the least of their worries?