Inspired by Scholastica

As Years Go By


As I grow older, I am learning to let go of many things. Age takes its toll, and I am not able to do many of the activities I used to do. It took me a while to accept the fact that I am old and it’s okay for me not to be involved as much.

I used to do some embroidery, but I can no longer see well enough to do the stitches. I have given up doing the daily New York Times crossword puzzles because of my eye problems. I still do some word games on my iPad. I have a small job to keep the cereal containers filled and counters cleaned in the dining room. And since I write the daily Chronicles, I try to attend meetings and activities so I can record what is happening in our monastery.

Most of my time is spent in prayer and spiritual reading. I find solace in talking to God and listening as he speaks to me in community prayer, Mass, and in conversations with friends. I also enjoy nature, especially the birds and squirrels that come to our feeders and patio.

 I’m sure my life sounds boring; but with my health issues, it’s all I can handle. I can hardly believe these things fill my day, along with an afternoon nap and some exercise. I am grateful that I still have my mind and am able to get around with a walker.

Lord, help me to be grateful for each new day and to accept my limitations with grace. Help me also to always pray for those in prison, for victims of war and human trafficking, for the sick and disabled, and for all those who live alone and are dependent on others.

 

Barbara Mayer, OSB

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