I intended to post this yesterday, but after being caught in the rain whilst cycling, I was too tired and crashed at 10pm. Anyway, this post is dedicated to the both of you. May your grow more in grace and wisdom in the year ahead.
As we all grow older with time, maybe we can take a leaf out of this anonymous prayer:
Lord, Thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing old and someday will be old.
Keep me from getting talkative, and particularly from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion. (yup, thats me!)
Release me from craving to try to straighten out everyone's affairs (me again~)
Keep my mind free frm 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' pain - 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 hard to live with - but a sour old women is one of the cronwing works of the devil.
Make me thoughtful, but not moody; helpful, but not bossy.
With my vast store of wisdon, it seems a pity not to use it all - but Thou knowest, Lord, tat I want a few friends at the end.
Lydea blogged at 11:14 PM
May your light shine...
in the darkness...