Jesus, thank You so much that we were able to spend fun times with our son’s family. And OMG, after a spirited game of kickball in their front yard, thank You that we’re still able to walk.
Jesus, has it really been 60 years since Mom dragged us from backyard fun and sandbox joys to endure spit-on-kleenex baths for this photo? And 25 years since all five siblings gathered in one place. Thank You, Lord for rowdy, precious times together. Some of our descendants forced us to behave for the camera, but OMG, they knew better than to try the spit-bath thing.
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O Jesus, while Einstein might disagree, my March birthday charges toward me at the speed of light. OMG, thank You for Leap Year, when one more day in February delays its arrival!
If I’d been born a year earlier, I might be celebrating my 18th birthday this year!
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!
O Lord, one moment our grandson rode a little playground horsie.
A seeming moment later, he’s taller than his tall grandpa.
OMG, did I blink too slow?
O Lord, lately, my preadolescent courage has kicked in. OMG, I’m so glad You watch over all Your children — even clueless ones who stand under creaky trees and those who take pictures (and also take out secret life insurance policies on their spouses?).
Lord, thank You this last heat wave has subsided. It reminded me of 90-degree weather I, nine months pregnant, suffered before our second child’s birth — without air-conditioning, but with a toddler who daily needed up-close-and-personal supervision while climbing a jungle gym. OMG, Thank You that I’m old.
With air-conditioning.
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, this feline and I agree: mirrors should be banned forever.
But a photo of my 102-year-old Aunt Lurline — lovely in every way — reminds me age doesn’t limit Your work in our lives. OMG, will You make me like her when I grow up?
O Lord, You know that when this first pic was taken, I thought people who were 47 years old were ancient. Antediluvian, actually. OMG, how could I have known how rich 47 years of married love — built on Your love — could be?
