and Wisdom to know the difference. . .

God grant me the Serenity. . .

I have known peace. The peace that comes in front of a fireplace on a cozy winter's night; the peace of the mountains. But when I would leave the mountains, the peace would leave me. When the fire went out or the phone rang, the peace would be gone. Peace came rarely and went quickly--a mood conjured by myself for myself. Serenity is different. It is all that peace is, but it stays. It carries over. It is with me and in me. Nothing disturbs it. It is given; therefore, it cannot be taken away.