17th Century Nun's Prayer
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 others' pains, but help me to endure them with patience.
I dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessing 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.
I think I shall have "Be helpful, not bossy" engraved backwards on my forehead so I see it each time I look in the mirror. Hmmmm, come to think of it etching the phrase in the mirror glass may be more productive and less painful. What do you think -shall we make a pact to not grow into sour old people?
PS: This prayer is courtesy of John Mark Ministries :)