The Serenity Devotion

In this preview from Daily Guideposts 2015, a frazzled woman learns to let go.

By Julie Garmon, Monroe, Georgia

As appeared in

“Get up! Eat something!” 1 Kings 19:5 (The Daily Life Bible)

I wrote “Surrender” in my prayer journal and scribbled a message to God: “I don’t know how to let go. Help me!”

As my husband left for work, he said, “You look tired. Why don’t you rest?” I just looked at him. Rest? How? I had obligations. Still wearing my bathrobe, I hurried upstairs to my office with a cup of coffee.

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Around noon, my friend and mentor DiAnn called.  She works at home too. I admire her level headedness, so I told her that I felt chained to a treadmill.

“Oh, Julie,” she said, “your body’s a temple of the Holy Spirit. Take care of yourself.” 

Her kindness pulled at my heart. “DiAnn, what’s your daily schedule like?” I asked.

“I get up early, have my quiet time, exercise, take a shower, and dress.”

“In normal clothes?”

“Yes.” She laughed. “So I can answer the door. I eat breakfast too.”

“You do all of this before sitting at your computer?” “Yes. Always.” DiAnn promised to pray for me and offered another nugget of wisdom: “Don’t isolate yourself. See people.”

After we hung up, I took three more steps on my surrender journey. For the first time in months, I ate breakfast. I even accepted a lunch date. Then I prayed the Serenity Prayer.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.
 

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Oh Julie, you remind me of me, and of your mom, when she got hung up in the tree branch hanging over the sidewalk she was on, instead of stepping around it like your dad did. How do we get so driven to do it one bull-headed way, just keeping on going no matter if it kills us? Happy breakfasts! And quiet slow mornings! And freedom! Life abundant and free!