Dear Lord,
Thank you for the zit I received Sunday morning, prominently placed on my cheek before our one-and-only professional family photo event. I haven’t had a zit in years. I only know you meant for me to remember how “youthful” I really am.
Thank you, additionally for concealer, which did a fairly decent job of hiding the blemish.
Thank you for blessing me with a humble experience, though I respectfully disagree with the opportunity I seized upon to mess up the opening song at Mass. It was a pretty cringe-worthy error, heard by all in attendance, as I was the cantor.
Thank you, though, for the fact that the Broncos were playing and Mass was thinner than usual.
For these and all my blessings, I am grateful.
Heyrenej