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.
Father, when this group of old friends gathered for our annual Christmas luncheon, we felt ancient.
Maybe because I gifted each–including me!–with a lighted magnifying glass?
But OMG, even decades of friendship can’t compare with our someday forever party with You!
Father, so glad You gave us the idea for our neighborhood S’Mores Night. What a joy, to share each other’s lives on a starry night! Will there be s’mores in heaven? Not sure, but OMG, the evening was a teensy taste of friendship we’ll savor with You and Your children. Every. Starry. Night.
O Lord, why a fussy, tropical plant named after a politician should figure prominently in commemorating Your Advent seems a mystery. But You designed lovely, gaudy poinsettias. You also loved a party … and disliked nitpickers. So, OMG, I will celebrate You any and every way I can!
Oh, my God, how wonderful that Jesus loved people, and they loved Him. He was and is a party Person. OMG, I’m glad, because we’re going to celebrate His birthday at four — count them, four — different parties this week alone!