Jesus, You know that when The Weather Channel trumpets dire snowstorm warnings, I shrug and expect a flurry or two. This time, though, You joined forces with the meteorologists for a major surprise. OMG, thank You for a warm house and my snow-shoveling hero who doesn’t mind that my wussy efforts can’t compare to his.
Jesus, thank You that last year we celebrated 50 years of marriage with family and friends, cake, flowers and fun! This year, though, we toasted our 51st with Tylenol and kissed between coughs — um, fun? But OMG, thank You that for more than half a century (!!), You have given us each other to love.
Jesus, thank You for a relaxing overnight getaway, an early birthday celebration for my husband — a lovely dress-up dinner out and a hike the next day. OMG, just once, though, I wish I’d remember to take photos when we’re dressed up instead of sweaty ones out in the woods. But You know how it is when I’m presented with a plateful of shrimp …
Jesus, If You’d told us this back in the ’70s, we would have said, “You’re kidding, right? No way could love at 71 be better than at 21!” After all, in 1925, we’d be a saggy, baggy, gray-haired couple whose idea of a wild night out would be playing euchre after 10 o’clock. And, we, in our youthful wisdom, would have been right.
But OMG, You, who are Love personified, have poured Yourself into our lives for decades. And love just keeps getting better.
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, when big holiday challenges make me feel small, I thank You for giving me this awesome, 6’3” elf who sewed a rip in my winter coat, washed sheets, and cleaned bathrooms. OMG, what a gift he is!
O Lord, thank You for the nearly five decades You have given us since he, a freshman medical student between semesters, and me, his unemployed bride, said, “I do.” Sometimes wedded bliss. Sometimes wedded stress.
But always, OMG, together in You.
Father, You know that for the 11,327th time, I cracked the patio door because I love fresh air. Hubby shivered. “Do you really want that door open?” How have we stayed married 48 years? OMG, You’re right. A lot of love flows straight from You to and through us.
Plus, we’ve learned to go with more/less layers.
O Lord, Thank You for my love of more than 50 years. Even more — OMG, thank You for a valentine who does laundry.
O Lord, You recall that when we got married, Steve was a freshman medical student. I didn’t have a job. We hadn’t seen each other in five months. Father, You could have had us committed. (Our parents thought about it.)
Instead, OMG, You have walked with us, every step, for 48 years. Thank You that our crazy love grows crazier — and better — every year.
