Our Folded Hands

Women helping Women. Reaching out to the Sister who still suffers. Helping each other through the Good times and the Difficult times. To get to the SOBER way of life, One Day at a Time.

Pretty Purple Flowers

Each day a new Beginning

At fifteen life had taught me undeniably that surrender, in its place, was as honorable as resistance, especially

if one had no choice.  —Maya Angelou—
We had to surrender to a power greater than ourselves to get to where we are today. And each day,

we have to turn to that power for strength and guidance. For us, resistance means struggle–struggle with others as

well as an internal struggle.
Serenity isn’t compatible with struggle. We cannot control forces outside of ourselves. We cannot control the

actions of our family or our co-workers. We can control our responses to them. And when we choose to surrender our attempts to control, we will find peace and serenity.
That which we abhor, that which we fear, that which we wish to conquer seems suddenly to be gone when we decide to resist no more – to tackle it no more.
The realities of life come to us in mysterious ways. We fight so hard, only to learn that what we need will never be ours until the struggle is forsaken. Surrender brings enlightenment.
Life’s lessons are simple once I give up the struggle.