Thank You for the deep satisfaction of a job well done – it’s an incredible feeling. Even though it meant I didn’t get back from work until 9.14pm last night. Heavens above! Still, at least I completed the task, and the incredible miracle is that there was a chilled glass of white wine in my hand by 9.14pm and 3 seconds, hurrah! Thank You for that.
Why is it that I’m just about to start a very important task at work which really needs to be done this week and then the computer system goes down? And stays down … Grrrr! Honestly, it kicked all my carefully laid plans right back into touch, and I have to say I’m not particularly happy about it. So tomorrow looks like it’s going to be seriously crammed full of work, oh dear me – that is, if the system ever comes back up again. Mind you, at least it meant I didn’t have to stay late at work after all, and there’s a glass of wine left in the bottle at home that’s definitely got my name on it, hurrah! So thank You for that.
It strikes me that a glass of wine definitely adds sparkle to the brightest of occasions and eases the misery of the bad occasions too. So thank You for wine and also for the joys of screw-top bottles where one doesn’t have to struggle for ages with the bottle opener to get to the treasure inside. Which just goes to show that progress isn’t necessarily a bad thing. So thank You for that too.
Honestly sometimes nothing hits the spot like wine, so I thank You for it. Especially after a day like today, which has been pretty grim. I’m sure in one of St Paul’s letters to Timothy he advises that a little wine is good for the stomach and I can vouch for that.
However, I’d go even further and I’d advise that a little wine is good for my mental and emotional health too. Just as long as I keep it in moderation, of course. Anyway, it was an absolute pleasure to return home and find a half-bottle of leftover wine cooling the fridge. Bliss indeed, thank You.
I must say how sensible I think it was that the Good Samaritan carried around a decent supply of oil and wine wherever he went. Now there’s a man who knew what it meant to be prepared. I’m not sure, however, how pleased You might be if I took to always taking a handy bottle of the grape with me to pour on strangers in need wherever I found them – but please let me remember to show the same mercy to others as the Good Samaritan did anyway. Thank You.
People are really annoying. Sorry, as I know they are Your great big idea and the creation You’re most proud of, but some of them are seriously, almost professionally, irritating. Is there not a way You might consider of keeping them more under control? So they don’t want to talk a lot about things I have no interest in, and they don’t keep on giving me things to do or more responsibilities to take on. There must be some way of holding up a sign saying “Please could you go away now …” without them getting upset and then refusing to speak to me again?
It’s not that I want to hurt people (at least, not the ones I like anyway) but they do go on so, and they never choose their times for social interaction wisely. Sometimes a woman just wants to be left alone with a bar of chocolate and a glass or two of wine (see earlier prayers), and has no wish to listen to all the woes of the world around her. That’s Your job, surely.
On the other hand, maybe You think I’m pretty irritating too and You’re just being terribly Godly (which is surely easier for You than it is for me, I can tell You …) in listening to my ramblings at all. I am of course more than grateful that at no time in our long and increasingly tricky relationship have You held up a sign asking me to go away and save it till later. Or if You have, I have been too spiritually blind to see it, which is probably a blessing in itself.
With that in mind, I’ll try to be more patient with people in the future, but You’re going to have to make an effort to help me as well. I certainly can’t be nice on my own. Not for long anyway. Though, whatever happens, I won’t be straying too far from the chocolate or the alcohol, I can tell you. Thank you.
I’ve just opened those urgent looking envelopes that have been lurking in the kitchen for a while now and I see I’ve not paid the bills. I’m not sure if there’ll be enough money left for chocolate if I pay them. And I need chocolate whether or not I can pay the bills for the rest of the month. I know chocolate isn’t a fruit or vegetable and probably (perish the thought!) won’t be available in Heaven, but as You’ve put me on the earth for now and You’ve promised to provide the means to get us through life’s little surprises, then if You could make sure the chocolate supply doesn’t run out, then that would be very helpful indeed.
PS The same prayer applies for the bottle of Chardonnay in the fridge, just in case You hadn’t realised.