Lord, keep me from the habit
of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion.
Release me from craving to
straighten out everybody's affairs.
Keep my mind free from the
recital of endless details- give me wings to get to the point.
I ask for grace enough to
listen to the tales of others' pains. Help me to endure them with patience. But
seal my lips on my own aches and pains- as they increase and my love of
rehearsing them becomes sweeter as the years go by.
Teach me the glorious lesson
that occasionally it is possible that 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.
Make me thoughtful, but not
moody; helpful, but not bossy. With the wisdom I consider to have collected, it
seems a pity not to use it all- but Thou knowest, Lord, that I want a few
friends at the end.
Amen
When you show honor and recognition where it's due, there is a commanded blessing that God releases back into your own life.
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