Prayer for grandmothers

Father, I am old enough now to feel like a stranger in my own time. The world I grew up in is not the world my grandchildren are growing up in. The words are different. The rules are different. Some of the changes are good, and I should not pretend they are not. Some of the changes are losses, and I am right to grieve them. Lord, You know the strain of living among people whose ways are not my own. You know how easy it is for an old person to turn hard and bitter. Do not let that happen to me. Help me name what I feel honestly without becoming someone who poisons the family table with complaints. Help me hold this strange season loosely. I am passing through. This is not my final home. You are my home. Walk me through these years as a quiet traveler, not a bitter exile. Keep my heart soft toward the people You have placed around me. Keep my eyes on the country You are preparing ahead of me. Amen.