Sunday mornings are my time to lie in bed, luxuriate in the warmth of the sheets and think about everything and nothing at the same time.

This Sunday past, I was reveling in a daydream about winning the lottery and what would I do with my $50 million-plus in winnings. Hey, if you’re going to dream, dream big, and $50 million seemed like a nice, round figure.

Flicking through how I’d do this and that for my family and about how I would prepare for my children’s future, my brain soon settled on what I would do for myself after hitting it big.

Then, “OMG” it hit me.

There are certain times in life when — be it from shock, pain, amusement or sorrow — the words “Oh my God” tumble out of our mouth.

I’m not generally one to take the Lord’s name in vain, but sometimes life smacks you across the face, causing you to speak before you think.

I can think of five such instances in my life — the death of my father, the births of my three children and when the doctor told us my middle child had no ears. When it’s spelled out in black and white, I think the Lord will forgive me for my vernacular.

In my line of work, this paper has reported all sorts of stories that would translate well into “OMG moments.”

Most recently, there was a story about a 17-year-old Gantt girl battling brain cancer while her family struggled to cover the financial burden of her treatment. I’m sure their “OMG” was tinted heavily with devastation at the news their precious one would have to fight to live.

And I can bet with almost 100 percent certainty when the words “Super Wal-Mart” and “Andalusia” first appeared in the same written sentence, it accounted for a lot of “OMG moments” for Covington County residents.

But perhaps the best of all during my time here was the one about the woman taking a group of children trick-or-treating when she hit a 265-pound bear.

“Bear” plus “car” will always equal “OMG” no matter how you look at it.

And in my fantasy, I would spend my time helping people recover from “OMG moments” and working to help fill the gap after other local charitable organizations had exhausted their resources.

It would make me happy — give me my own “OMG moment” — knowing that I could help that family pay for a round of treatment at the oncologist and so on. But while the fantasy of winning the lottery is a relaxing way to spend Sunday morning, we all know it doesn’t take gobs of money to help others with “OMG moments” in their life — a kind word, a comforting touch or a conspiring giggle is all it takes.

Looking back, I can say with 100 percent certainty my greatest “OMG” moment can’t be delineated into a single instance. It happens every time I tuck my children — Ora, Mia and Grace — into bed, kiss them goodnight and thank God for giving me the experience of being a mom.

And with that realization Sunday morning, I rolled out of bed with a smile and headed into the kitchen to start breakfast.