A 17th century Prayer
Jan 09, 2021
In my traveling and musings through the years, I’ve collected lots of sayings and readings that I find inspiring. I'm not a 'collector' of many things, but I do have a store of inspirational thoughts which I sometimes dip into.
I may share some of them with you from time to time ...
And here’s one of them.
Just proves I think that us humans never change really … and the older I get, the more this seems to resonate with me.
I do not want to be a saint but......
Lord, Thou knowest better than I know myself, that I am growing older and will some day be old.
Keep me from getting talkative and particularly from the fatal habit of thinking I may say something on every subject and on every occasion.
Release me from the craving to try 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 from the recital of endless details; give me wings to get to the point.
Seal my lips from my aches and pains. They are increasing, and my love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by.
I ask for grace enough to listen to the tales of others' pains. Help me to endure them with patience.
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 hard to live with, but a sour old woman is one of the crowning works of the devil.
Help me to extract all possible fun out of life. There are so many funny things around us and I do not want to miss any of them.
By a 17th century nun
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