I know you're probably getting tired of reading about this aging thing, and I'm just about done. Getting older is a funny thing, because it happens so slowly. Days run into months and into years. Thank Heaven it doesn't happen all at once! We look at each other, and it might as well be over 40 years ago when we first met, we feel no different -- or we don't feel the same! Some of us don't feel any older, even when little voices are calling us Grandma. However, we must face the facts that life is going by too fast and we are indeed aging. With that said, I ran across a little prayer that I would like to share:

Lord, Thou knowest better than I, that I am growing older and will someday be old. Keep me from getting talkative and from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject at every occasion.

Release me from craving to try and straighten out everybody's affairs.

Keep my mind free from endless details - give me wings to get to the point.

I ask for grace enough to listen to other's tales and endure them with patience. Seal my lips on my own aches and troubles.

Teach me the glorious lesson that it is entirely possible that I may be mistaken.

Keep me reasonably sweet, as a sour old woman is one of the crowning works of the Devil.

Make me thoughtful, but not moody; helpful, but not bossy, as I would love to have some friends in the end.

There is always something new to learn - a new weakness to turn into a strength.