Keep Me Sweet, Lord

The past few months, my bible study has been reading Having a Mary Spirit by Joanna Weaver. Wow. What a fantastic read! I highly recommend this to all women out there. She teaches you how to allow God to change you from the inside out…how to crush your inner “Flesh Woman” to let the Holy Spirit reign in your life. The description on the back of the book says “We are afflicted with spiritual schizophrenia, the disconnect between our good-girl desire to put Jesus first and our bad-girl realities that crowd our thoughts and push him out of the way.”

The last chapter we read was about “Wearing Jesus”. Clothing ourselves with Christlike qualities. Kindness, humility, compassion, gentleness…the list goes on and on. What an important concept. How are we supposed to lead by example in the world around us if we aren’t even “dressed” the right way?

The following prayer was included at the end of the book. I thought it was such a good example of how to wear Christ and the type of attitude we should strive to have daily…whether we’re 25 years old or 85 years old. And it’s funny that this was written by a nun hundreds of years ago – goes to show that women have probably always struggled with the same sorts of things!

Keep Me Sweet, Lord

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

Release me from 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 all, but you know, Lord, that I want a few friends at the end. Keep my mind from the recital of endless details -give me wings to come to the point.

I ask for grace enough to listen to the tales of others’ pains. 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. 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 memories of others. 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 woman 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.

-Anonymous 17th Century nun

How are you wearing Christ today??

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