Treasure

As we have shuffled and cleaned in the office since Molly and Rob passed, we have found what may seem insignificant bits of paper to the average Joe. To those of us who knew, worked with, and loved them, they are treasures. I keep a slip of paper in my desk, probably written by Jane Hill, with a great joke. I pull it out occasionally for a chuckle and a memory of a great lady.

Jenna rediscovered this favorite from Molly’s famous typewriter and suggested we publish it for the new year.

-mws

A prayer:

Lord, keep me from the habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion.

Release me from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs. Keep my mind free from 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’ pains. Help me to endure them with patience. But seal my lips on my own aches and pains – 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 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.

Make me thoughtful, but not moody; helpful, but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all – but Thou knowest, Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.

Amen

That, in my opinion, is a perfect prayer. Perfect.

-adapted from Old Nun’s Prayer, 17th century, by Molly Howard