I found this prayer on a bedroom wall in Adelynrood today while washing walls. Thought it worth passing on.
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Lord,
thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing older and
will some day be old. Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking I must
say something on every subject and on every occasion. Release me from
craving to straighten out everybody's affairs. Make me thoughtful but
not moody; helpful but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom it
seems a pity not to use it all, but Thou knowest Lord, that I want a
few friends at the end.
Keep
my mind free from the recital of endless details; give me wings to
get to the point. Seal my lips on my aches and pains. They are
increasing and love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the
years go by. I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of
other's pains, but help me to endure them with patience. I dare not
ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessening
cocksureness when my memory seems to clash with the memories of
others. Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be
mistaken.
Keep
me reasonably sweet; I do not want to be a saint-some of them are so
hard to live with-but a sour old person is one of the crowning works
of the Devil. Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected
places and talents in unexpected people. And, give me, O Lord, the
grace to tell them so.
Amen.
Amen!
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