Jesus, our pear tree seems out of sync with most flowering trees. Every spring, it insists on producing scrawny, green leaves first and luxuriant flowers later. ??? OMG, I’m so thankful that when I, too, get life backwards, You still help me bloom.
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OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: True Dedication
Jesus, thank You for brave pastors who preach to cranky congregations the day we spring forward. Because, OMG, if I were a minister, I’d be tempted to refuse until every member had consumed at least two espressos and a giant jelly doughnut.
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OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Um, This Isn’t the Life
O Lord, shouldn’t games teach life skills? Yet “Life” not only teaches kids that having babies is as simple as adding a peg to a car. Also, they will receive wads of cash by twirling a spinner. OMG, if that’s real life, did I buy the wrong version?
OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Birthday Leap Delayed
O Jesus, while Einstein might disagree, my March birthday charges toward me at the speed of light. OMG, thank You for Leap Year, when one more day in February delays its arrival!
If I’d been born a year earlier, I might be celebrating my 18th birthday this year!
OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Who’s In Charge Here?
Jesus, thank You for presidents who, while far from perfect, have served our country in more ways than we can imagine.
Washington image by OpenClipart Vectors from Pixabay. Lincoln image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay.
But, OMG, contemplating this year’s election, I’m glad You are King!
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OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: It Could Be Worse
Dear Lord, while other grandparents inherit grand-dogs and grand-cats, it’s taken some time for me to adjust to grand-rats. But You have taught me to share our grandsons’ pleasure in petting and even holding the little creatures.
After all, OMG, they could have chosen snakes and tarantulas.
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OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Extreme Hot Chocolate!
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O Lord, splurging on this one steaming cup of hot chocolate, I never realized one Aztec king, Montezuma III, drank 50 — spiked with chili peppers — daily. OMG, even this chocaholic realizes a person can want too much of a good thing!
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OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: No Gripes Here, Lord
Jesus, You know I often struggle to assume an attitude of gratitude. But on this chilly, damp Monday, with one flush, I remembered my papaw’s outhouse.
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OMG, for cleaning two-and-a-half indoor baths, I am THANKFUL.
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Help Is Not a Four-Letter Word
Do you like to ask for help? Me, neither.
Even as a toddler, I yanked my hand from my mother’s and ran into a street in downtown Indianapolis. Terrified by screeches and honks, though, I clung to her at the next crossing.
Maybe I learned I wasn’t ready to take charge of my life? Nope. Instead, I believed Mommy needed help with hers. She needed me to iron while she was busy with my baby sister. That I ironed my left hand (I still bear the scar) should have made me question my choices.
It did. I still avoid ironing whenever possible.
But cautions about so-called independence learned during childhood vanished during my teens. My friends and I knew everything. Parents resembled forerunners of ATMs, except they gave advice along with money.
I should have wondered why The Beatles, the 1960s epitome of youth and success, sang lines about needing help and growing older. John Lennon and Paul McCartney were only 25 and 23 when they penned “Help” and McCartney wrote “Yesterday.”
But I didn’t until I married and had our first baby. Where was the faucet to shut off drool, puke and pee? I finally admitted that perhaps … I needed guidance.
Did I ask my parents or in-laws? No. Instead, I consulted books.
Though I did learn from several good ones, none provided critical answers I needed.
Most of the books then and today tell us to look within. That we know all the answers.
Instead, shouldn’t we open the Book that tells us to look up? To realize Someone much bigger and smarter stands waiting to help us?
We Americans pretend every day is Independence Day — even in January. However, 2024 stretches before us, its kamikaze traffic already whizzing by. Can we really navigate it alone?
Or, when we cross unknown streets, should we reach for the Helping Hand always ready to guide us?
Your Extraordinary Ordinary: Where does your help come from?
OMG, It’s Monday! Prayer: Fido’s Survey??
Jesus, today, one more survey popped up on my screen, asking my dog’s opinion of winter. You know I don’t have a dog. But if I did, perhaps he’d agree there are too many surveys in this world.
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Instead, shouldn’t humans, canines and all creation ask the bigger and better question:
OMG, what do You think?
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