"Help me refrain from listing my aches and pains. Lord, You know how they are increasing in frequency and duration, and my joy in speaking of them is increasing as well. It's important that I remember that 'How are you?' has become merely a form of greeting and not really an inquiry of my physical ailments.
"Help me know that there are occasions when I am mistaken. Let the apologies come fast and humbly. Help me grow sweeter as the days go by, for a cantankerous old woman is an insufferable thing. Help me be holy rather than holier-than-thou, remembering that all Christians are saints. However, keep me from wanting to be a Saint. Those who believe they are Saints with a capital 'S' are so hard to live with (because they are). Help me see good things in people and give me the grace to tell them so.
"Keep me laughing, Lord. For it is with my laughter I exhibit the confidence You have given me. I know I have a hope and a future. I know life is temporary and heaven is eternal. I know there will be laughter in heaven, Lord. Thank You for teaching me to laugh before I get there! Amen."
Verna Davis, author and speaker, writes in Frankton. She can be reached at Vrdspeaks@yahoo.com.