Father, of course, You recall my grandson’s comment about my morning fiber cereal: “Grandma, that looks like the pellets we feed Torti” (his pet tortoise).
“Probably tastes like them too,” I wrinkled my nose. “But I don’t eat this because I like it. I eat it because it’s good for me.”
Thank you, Lord, for an unplanned lesson for this picky little eater. Plus a reminder for Grandma, who would much prefer a daily diet of chocolate, Boston cream-filled doughnuts.
OMG, thank You for our marriage of 50 years! Please help us, whether dining in uptown restaurants and cheering winning ball teams — or shoveling snow and cleaning bathrooms — to celebrate life together every day!
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!
O Lord, if we add one more gift to the tree, we won’t be able to sit in the living room. If we add more food to the fridge, it may fall through the kitchen floor. Clean sheets and sleeping bags await the four generations who soon will arrive. But OMG, please come on in! The Guest of Honor, You are so very, very welcome.
Merry Christmas from the Phillipses!
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, 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.
Jesus, so glad You traveled with me to Louisiana, where I was blown away by an excellent writing conference in New Orleans; bayous, sugar cane fields and shrimp po’ boys in Cajun country; and fun times with piney woods cousins. And thank You that, despite my superpower for getting lost, I kept one step ahead of the hurricane … mostly.
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O Jesus, You know that in May and June, I fought hard in the Weed Wars. But now, it’s August. OMG, maybe I, like those who rule highway medians, can declare my yard a “native prairie preservation project”?
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!