It’s not fair.
I’ve been watching mom and dad today, at the hospital, waiting for a treatment. These are two people who have made every effort to be good: good parents, good friends, good neighbors. Good folk — the kind who really believe that God is good, that He is in control.
I learned a lot about faith, being brought up in their household. They are both incredibly strong, and deserving of a full measure of God’s grace. Where is He?
I guess I’ve lived the pessimistic life for too long. Dad and mom have no trouble finding God, no matter what happens, no matter how bad things get.
- God,
- Grant me the serenity
- To accept the things I cannot change;
- The courage to change the things I can;
- And the wisdom to know the difference.
- Living one day at a time;
- Enjoying one moment at a time;
- Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
- Taking, as He did, this sinful world
- As it is, not as I would have it;
- Trusting that He will make all things right
- If I surrender to His Will;
- So that I may be reasonably happy in this life
- And supremely happy with Him
- Forever and ever in the next.
alternate version:
- God grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway,
- the good fortune to run into the ones I do,
- and the eyesight to tell the difference.
Mom, Dad, I love you.