Jesus, thank You for the perfect campfire weather You gave us that made our backyard Neighborhood S’Mores Night possible. OMG, thank You especially for old friends and new with whom all could enjoy sweet treats and even sweeter community.
Jesus, thank You for the abundance of clothing You’ve given us. However, vacillating fall temperatures — plus, um, up-and-down size changes — have glutted our closets. Opening them, OMG, we fear for our lives!
Jesus, thank You so much that we were able to spend fun times with our son’s family. And OMG, after a spirited game of kickball in their front yard, thank You that we’re still able to walk.
O Lord, what a fun weekend. We visited our sweet granddaughter. Took walks in the woods. Worshipped You at church with dear friends. But today’s Monday, with piles of laundry, groceries to buy and I’m-behind writing projects to do. Worse, the bathroom scales — that invention of the devil — glare at me as if eating ice cream is a felony. OMG, I’m so glad Your love shows up even on a Monday.
