Jesus, You know I somewhat envy families who stand still long enough for lovely, we’re-together holiday photos. But OMG, You know I wouldn’t trade our sweet, rowdy Thanksgiving for anything!
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, 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, 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!
O Lord, thank You for four generations of a family who gathered to celebrate You with gifts, yummy food and a wonderfully in-tune carol singalong. OMG, there’s nothing like partying together with You!
Only the Turkey Didn’t Have Fun
O Jesus, thank You for all the blessings You have lavished upon us, especially for the joyful, loving chaos a family brings. Thank You for the ability to record precious moments we can savor long after the feast is history—though evidently, I didn’t take any photos of our waistband-busting, yummy meal. OMG, a confession: maybe Grandma was too busy eating to take pictures?
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Jesus, has it really been 60 years since Mom dragged us from backyard fun and sandbox joys to endure spit-on-kleenex baths for this photo? And 25 years since all five siblings gathered in one place. Thank You, Lord for rowdy, precious times together. Some of our descendants forced us to behave for the camera, but OMG, they knew better than to try the spit-bath thing.
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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.
O Lord, years ago, this little guy declared his blue Play-Doh snake was bigger than God. Upon further reflection, though, he decided that no, the thing he’d made wasn’t nearly as big as the God of the universe.
OMG, thank You that he continues to mold his life with that wisdom!