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Lord, keep me humble

 

Years ago, my friend C.J. Tastet, attended a retreat at Manresa Retreat House in Convent, Louisiana. He was impressed with the following written by a 16th Century nun. Knowing me, I assumed he gave it to me hoping I would get the message. I think it’s helped me a little, but I still have a long way to go.

 

            “Lord, Thou knowest better than I know myself

That I am growing older and will someday be old.

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

subject on every occasion.

Release me from the craving 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 at all.

But Thou knowest, Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.

Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details.

Give my wings to get to the point. Seal my lips on my aches and pains.

They are increasing, and the love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the time goes by.

I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of others’ pains,

But help me to endure them with patience.

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 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, O Lord, the grace to tell them so. Amen.”

 

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