A prayer for a new mother-in-law

Dear 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 other's 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.