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 occasion.
Release me from the 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 years go by. I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of others pains, but
help me endure with patience.
I dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessening cocksuredness when
my memory seems to clash with the memory 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 faced 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 Lord the grace to tell them so!
The prayer was sent to us by Uncle Quentin Smith Author Unknown
Water Fountain -- David Foster. The Homecoming -- John Tesh.
This picture of Honolulu was received from Cousin Bonita Photograpy by her son James.