O my God, I suppose it makes sense that I labor on Labor Day. But why, Lord, (*whine*) does everyone else get to play? I know, I know. There’s always a reason for gratitude … OMG, I’m thankful that unlike some lucky women, I’m not in labor today!
*Note* No unblurred photo is possible because he never stops moving.
O my God, Hubby and I are so glad we could be present for our youngest grandsons’ dedication to You. Thank You for their wiggling, jiggling, giggling joy in living! Though, OMG, after a weekend together, guess who needs an all-day nap?
O my God, thank You for Mrs. Holtz and Mrs. Daugherty, my second- and third-grade teachers, who taught me cursive writing and much more. Who would have known then that one day, I’d use that cursive to sign books I’d written? OMG, only You.
My local library has devoted a whole rack to my books!
O my God, thank You for an amazing weekend — teaching eager students at the Taylor Professional Writing Conference, celebrating with writing buds, fueling our inspiration with Mexican food and sundaes!
But now, Lord, it’s Monday morning. OMG, maybe I should … write?
O my God, You know that as a child, I considered sewing myself a dress of Queen Anne’s lace — so delicate, so royal. I didn’t know the plant also was called “chigger weed.” OMG, thank You I didn’t learn the hard way that creative ideas aren’t necessarily good ideas.
O my God, my purse collection in the closet bombed Hubby again. Enough, he said. No more sales, he said. He’s right, Lord. With Your help, I’ll design my heavenly purse, full of charity, that no thief can steal. It will never wear out. And OMG, thank You that it will go with everything!
O my God, You know that as a kid, I got fed up with my life. I threatened to join the circus — but Mom refused to drive me. Now I realize that with my lack of talent, I’d still be head shoveler for the elephants. OMG, thank You that Mom said no.
O my God, gardeners often expel these wild-child lilies in favor of civilized ones. Even now, gangs of these gaudy, orange lilies are trying to turn my yard into a pasture. But Jesus, You loved the lilies of the field. OMG, would that be such a bad thing?