OMG, Thank You for a harvest in which there is standing room only!
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, 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!
Oh my God, thank You for gorgeous summer dawns. Here, country mornings exhale a little bit of heaven, the sweet air fresh as if You just created it. But OMG — can’t the sun sleep in a few minutes longer so I can, too?
O my God, You know that early on, patients sometimes kicked my husband and his plaid bellbottoms out of exam rooms: “Too young to be a doctor!” Fast forward 40-plus years — as of today, he’s retired! Lord, neither of us worry about looking too young now. And plaid bellbottoms? No. Way. Still, OMG, walking together with You, we know future days will be groovy.
O my God, when I worshipped in this beautiful place, an out-of-tune bullfrog quartet joined in my songs. They sounded like twangy rubber bands. They didn’t know the words. When I complained, You only smiled and said how much You enjoyed us all. OMG, could it be that your idea of worship and mine aren’t necessarily the same?
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?