With Love, Lori
A Prayer
Lord keep me from the habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion.
Release me from the 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- they are increasing and my love of rehearsing them is becoming 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 people. And give me the grace, o Lord, to tell them so.
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.
Mother Teresa.
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