I am growing older.

Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking that I must say something on every subject.

Release me from craving to straighten out everybody's affairs. Make me thoughtful but not moody, helpful but not bossy. 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 — love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by.

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 grace, 0 Lord, to tell them so! Amen.