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!
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!
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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O Lord, my labor to produce these children wasn’t easy. But, OMG, thank You for reminding me this Labor Day weekend the work was WAY more than worth it!
O Lord, thank You for our nation. We pray for your continued generosity in preserving us and our freedom. May we celebrate big-time with family, friends and fireworks — that, hopefully, won’t keep tired babies, panicked dogs and cranky old people awake all night.
O Lord, because of what these soldiers and their families sacrificed, my family and I can celebrate our freedom without fear. OMG, may we ever be grateful.
O Lord, I miss those klatches You and I shared with Mom — spiritual, wise, funny, even crazy times. Someday, we’ll do it again, with no clocks to mess with our togetherness. (Knowing Mom, though, the coffee won’t be decaf.)
O Lord, You know that when we were kids, I didn’t always thank you for my siblings. I’m sure they didn’t thank You for me, either! But OMG, what a rare blessing to get together now!
O Lord, this Thanksgiving, we give special thanks that our family knows You through Jesus. How good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell in unity! (Psalm 133:1)—OMG, even if that togetherness is expressed through breakneck air hockey, euchre, Ping-Pong, and tossing sponge burritos at our relatives.
O Lord, such a treat to watch our oldest grandchild march with her college band on Family Day. But after the director invited visitors to a practice workout with our kids, OMG, I’m glad I’ve always been a singer!
