THOUGHTS FOR OUR OLDER READERS - 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, I want a few friends at the end.
Seal my lips concerning my aches and pains. They are increasing, and the love of reciting them becomes sweeter as the years go by. I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy hearing the tales of other's pains, but help me, Lord, to endure them with patience.
Also I dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessening cocksureness 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 "pain," - some of these are so hard to live with - but a sour disposition is one of the crowning works of the devil.
Give me the ability to see good in unexpected places, talents in unexpected people, and the grace to tell them so. Amen. - Author Unknown.