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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Father, You know I am so much better at gathering stuff to pack than actually packing it. Much, much better. By the time I hit the airport, forget paying for an extra suitcase. OMG, will I need an extra plane?
Lord, after several days as a sneezing, hacking, sofa-bound Snuffleupagus, a walk around the block with my guy felt like one in Eden. OMG, thank You.
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”?
Father, Thank You for an abundant squash harvest I continue to slice, dice, sauté, steam, freeze, bake and pickle. Yet, I realize I’m not the only cook who’s dealt with one-item menus. During the biblical exodus, Israelite cooks probably made manna bread, manna pie, manna fritters, manna casseroles and manna sloppy joes as they wandered in the desert. OMG … will my squash barrage last for 40 years too?
OMG, When Hubby and I find ourselves between a rock and a hard place, please help us always find the beauty.
Father, after several months, I still puzzle over these signs. First, a road was closed that hasn’t attracted the first road worker or bulldozer. Second, why are pedestrians encouraged to detour onto this road when nothing in our neighborhood is closed? OMG, it seems those in charge haven’t a clue where they’re going. Do they want to ensure that no one else does, either?
Jesus, I’m grateful for the consistency of the Your laws that keep our planets, stars and galaxies running, a huge, well-oiled universe.
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But, OMG, do You sometimes toss out small surprises — such as our blackberries outgrowing cherry tomatoes — to remind us You can?
O my God, thank You for the promise of eternal life. For a future perfect home — including the perfect linen closet — that You’re designing for me. OMG, I’ll even be able to find the pillowcases?!
Jesus, You could have made Planet Earth as sleek, plain and efficient as a machine. But, OMG, I’m so glad Your beautiful mind just HAD to create beauty.
