Fall Porch Prayer: When It’s Time to Let Go

Written By Sherian McCoy

Lord, the season is shifting, and so am I. I’ve clung tightly—maybe too tightly. To how I thought this story would unfold. To what I hoped they would become. To the timeline I imagined in my prayers. But I sense You asking me to loosen my grip. And I’ll be honest—I don’t want to.

Letting go feels like giving up. But You remind me that surrender is not the same as despair. That letting go doesn’t mean I stop loving—it means I trust You to do what only You can do.

So I open my hands. Not in defeat, but in offering. Take the weight I’ve carried for far too long. Take the pieces I’ve tried to fix, the words I’ve tried to say, the outcomes I’ve tried to orchestrate.

Lord, help me release them to Your care—fully, freely, finally. Not with resentment, but with reverence. Because You are God, and I am not. And if I lose my grip, it’s only because I’m trusting that You never will.

And when I pick it up again—because it’s likely I will—give me the strength to release it a little better the next time. Let this season be sacred. Let the falling leaves remind me that some things must be released to make room for what’s coming next.
Amen.

Sherian McCoy

Hi, I’m Sherian Kaneaster-McCoy—storyteller, porch-sitter, ministry founder, wife, mother, grandmother, and follower of Jesus.

I’ve spent the last two decades walking with women through the hard things—grief, chronic illness, prodigal children, burnout, and healing. I serve as a practitioner in Dr. Tracey Stroup’s Eat, Pray, Faith telehealth practice, where I support clients needing help physically as well as emotionally and spiritually. I’m also honored to serve as Dean of Education at the Academy of Abiding Wellness, equipping others to walk in biblical wisdom and holistic health.

Alongside this work, The Father’s Porch has become a sacred space where I pour out the stories God has written on my heart.

This ministry was born from my own journey as a parent of a prodigal and a lifelong porch-praying woman. It’s a space for the weary—a resting place for those still waiting, still hoping, still praying. Through devotional writing, prayer, and gentle truth, I help others find God in the middle of the story, not just at the end.

Whether I’m telling stories from Scripture or sharing pieces of my own life, I believe in the power of honest words and porchlight hope. The porch is open. The light is on. There’s always a seat for you.

https://www.selahnaturalhealth.com
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