Jesus, thank You for the abundance of clothing You’ve given us. However, vacillating fall temperatures — plus, um, up-and-down size changes — have glutted our closets. Opening them, OMG, we fear for our lives!
O Lord, what a fun weekend. We visited our sweet granddaughter. Took walks in the woods. Worshipped You at church with dear friends. But today’s Monday, with piles of laundry, groceries to buy and I’m-behind writing projects to do. Worse, the bathroom scales — that invention of the devil — glare at me as if eating ice cream is a felony. OMG, I’m so glad Your love shows up even on a Monday.
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 Lord, I remembered my name today, but apparently forgot to add that final cup of flour to the cookies. Thank You that my eternal destiny does not depend on turning out a perfect recipe — of any kind. OMG, how I celebrate Your love and forgiveness through Jesus!
O Lord, getting lost in a 10-acre corn maze, looking for Bigfoot, could be pretty scary — except, OMG, thank You for such excellent company!
Sunday, when I worship Christ with His family and grow in my faith, is my favorite day of the week. However, even a confirmed church lady occasionally experiences a Sunday that makes her wish it was Monday.
Those tough Sundays happened more frequently during my years as a church music director.
One unholy morning, my pastor met me at the door. He’d changed his sermon topic on the way to church. Would I please restructure the service in five minutes? Thank you.
Half the choir music had disappeared. Who steals church choir music?
The regular accompanist had left on vacation. Our substitute struggled, but she played loud to make up for it. During practice, I sneaked a signal to our young sound man, Dylan. Turn the piano down.
I fastened a microphone to my lapel and hung its little black box on my waistband. Dylan usually did a good job, but this morning, the sound system hated us both. After squawking and squeaking sound checks, I quickly made a restroom stop before heading downstairs to warm up the choir. Without warning, the microphone leaped from my lapel and dove into the toilet, followed by the clunk of the little black box.
I screamed, clearing the restroom of primping churchgoers.
Did I really have to fish the mic out of the toilet?
Ewww. …
Its green power light no longer shone. I wiped the microphone with a dampened paper towel, then tried to dry it. As I headed to the sound booth, I pasted on a toothpaste-ad smile and avoided shaking hands.
Dylan was also a church board member. What could I say?
In a microsecond, I evaluated my fib files. None came close to explaining this.
I held out the still-damp, $200 device. “Dylan, I dropped the mic in the toilet. I’m sorry.”
He stared, then whipped around to test a second mic. “Hurry! Service starts soon.”
No threats of dragging me before the Inquisition. Or the budget committee.
The little green light on this second mic shone like a candle of compassion. I rewired myself, incredulous at his forbearance.
Decades later, I remember that complicated Sunday, when I wished with all my heart it was Monday.
Thanks to a fellow Christian’s maturity, not so unholy, after all.
Your Extraordinary Ordinary: Have you ever experienced a complicated Sunday?
O Lord, Thank You that Saturday, Hubby and I celebrated 45 years of wedded stress — er, bliss. You must have smothered a thousand laughs — and rolled Your eyes — as You’ve watched our attempts at adulting. But OMG, thank You for holding us together! We’re glad You continue to give us lessons in love.
Oh my God, after a decade of absence, You have led me back to the classroom. Thank You, as my students will teach me so much! Still, OMG, thank You for a Tuesday class so my Mondays can stay normal.
O my God, did You ever wake up on Monday and still feel like You needed a nap? With all You packed into three years of ministry, I’m sure You did. Yet Jesus, You handled Your world then; You can handle mine today. Good morning! Because, OMG, when I share it with You, it is.