You know how many mistakes I made as a mom. Ack!! Yet, You entrusted me with these beautiful people. Sometimes I wonder, “God, what were You thinking?” But OMG, mostly, I’m grateful. So grateful.
Jesus, thank You for constant rain that has turned our world lush and green. As You know, it’s also helped fill our yard with fuzzy dandelions and deceptively delicate violets. Your spring flowers are so pretty! OMG, why do we get rid of them and instead, plant species whose native habitat is the Amazon River Basin?
#dandelions #violets #HumansMakeNoSense
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Jesus, there was nothing like coloring Easter eggs with wonderful little livewires to remind us that, OMG, You are the Lord of Life and risen indeed!
Jesus, You know that because my week’s not fitting into a neat, sweet plan, I’m grouchy and grumbly. How dare it mess with me? But, OMG, compared to Your unholy Holy Week?
Mine’s a piece of cake.
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Jesus, we know you are concerned about the animals and plants You created with such imagination and care. But in our crazy-calendar culture, we struggle to keep human family togetherness from becoming extinct. OMG, thank You for the blessed fun we had!
Jesus, relics fill our home. The clock passed down by my husband’s great-grandparents. The cross fashioned by my cousin from the last tree my 90yo, ax-wielding father chopped. A candle holder created by my brother. Two cheerful bird masterpieces drawn by our grandchildren. All reside on the piano my husband bought me after he graduated from medical school. OMG, my cup — and our house — runneth over with blessings.
Father, You know that when I had to give up my two-pot-a-day coffee habit, all mankind — especially my smart husband — avoided me. But when I think of those who cultivate, harvest and package the decaf tea I now consume, OMG, I’m thankful that when You say no to one thing, You already plan to say yes to another good thing.
Image by Jan Helebrant from Pixabay.
Lord, You know I’ve lived in a few odd homes — a studio apartment with passage to the bathroom through the closet; two rooms in the back of a church (we were a family of six); and ditto, in a thatch hut. Thank You, Jesus, for our current normal house. As we age, though, Lord, we wonder what the future will hold. A move nearer our kids? A retirement center? A nursing home? OMG, thank You that wherever we lay our heads, we are always at home with You.
Images by Królestwo Nauki and OpenClipart-Vector from Pixabay
Jesus, I’m sure You take great delight in the animals You created. But though we live in town. many pawprints in our snowy yard indicate we are running a nature preserve. I understand they are foraging for food during these cold, wintry months. But OMG, come spring, when our garden sprouts and flowers bloom—and their food supply increases—could You please tell them that if they’re looking for the Golden Corral, they’re at the wrong address.
Images by Walter Antonio Boeger, Dmitry Abramov, and rabzil from Pixabay.
Jesus, If You’d told us this back in the ’70s, we would have said, “You’re kidding, right? No way could love at 71 be better than at 21!” After all, in 1925, we’d be a saggy, baggy, gray-haired couple whose idea of a wild night out would be playing euchre after 10 o’clock. And, we, in our youthful wisdom, would have been right.
But OMG, You, who are Love personified, have poured Yourself into our lives for decades. And love just keeps getting better.
