I am weak, dear Lord and I know that life can sometimes get routine. I can start thinking in terms of “cases” and “problem children” instead of people I have been given the opportunity to help. I can feel resentful sometimes when I am opposed or ignored or made to feel that I am getting old and useless. Preserve me from such hardheartedness, for I would rather no longer live on this earth than to live here with an embittered heart. So I ask you again: keep in me a heart that loves, a humble heart that accepts, a heart that smiles. And may that smile ever remain in my eyes, which are the mirrors of the soul. Amen

-Anonymous