Jesus, I love the words Your poet-musician King David wrote long ago: “How good and pleasant it is for brothers to dwell in unity.” OMG, in an age in which neighbors ignore, fight and sue each other, how special when ours gathered to chat, laugh and share s’mores over backyard campfires!
O Lord, You know we finally relegated our ancient phones, along with our landline, to the trash. OMG, I’m so glad You and Your love are the same as when I gabbed on the 1967 Princess Phone my parents unwisely allowed in my bedroom.
O Lord, when my small children ran to me bawling about some crucial disaster, such as an empty Count Chocula box or lost Barbie shoe, I didn’t always sympathize. After all, I had adult things to do and a schedule to keep.
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But OMG, when I run to You, snotty and sniveling, I’m thankful You always welcome me onto Your big lap — and help me grow up a little more.