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, You gave both these guys a similar talent for strategy, a gene entirely missing from my makeup. The crafty, older man wins at chess every time. But OMG, maybe the bright little brain will calculate a win sooner than Grandpa expects?
O Lord, You know I like to watch football on TV. “Get that guy!” I yell. “Crunch him!” But, OMG, watching a grandson play football? I alternate between covering my eyes in terror and, when he makes a play, doing a dance in the stands neither he nor the NFL could ever have envisioned …
