I would like to talk today about the moments in life when we fall really hard. I am not talking a brief trial or a difficult circumstance, I am talking about those moments when our legs are kicked out from under us. The moments when life seems bleak and we lose hope for a time. When we feel alone or at a loss staring a mountainous trial before us. Such moments will happen in our lives if they haven’t already. The key to overcoming these kinds of struggles is resiliency!
Resiliency is defined as “the capacity to recover quickly from difficulties; toughness." Or “the ability of a substance or object to spring back into shape; elasticity.”Think about that! Resiliency is the capacity we each have within us to rise when life kicks us down. It is something that we actually have to work at and develop! Though trials can be so hard, isn't that what life is all about? Learning to look hardship in the face and being able to rise above your personal Goliaths through Christ?
Think about those low moments you have had and consider how you coped. Some turn to addictions or other toxic coping mechanisms that push them further into the darkness. In contrast, one can turn to family, friends, God, and other more positive options. What do you do to eventually come out of your trials stronger? I invite you to read the following poem and consider your current level of resiliency.
THE RACE
By Dr. D.H. (Dee) Groberg
“Quit! Give Up! You’re beaten!”
They shout at me and plead.
“There’s just too much against you now.
This time you can’t succeed.”
And as I start to hang my head
In front of failure’s face,
My downward fall is broken by
The memory of a race.
And hope refills my weakened will
As I recall that scene;
For just the thought of that short race
Rejuvenates my being.
A children’s race–young boys, young men–
How I remember well.
Excitement, sure! But also fear;
It wasn’t hard to tell.
They all lined up so full of hope
Each thought to win that race.
Or tie for first, or if not that,
At least take second place.
And fathers watched from off the side
Each cheering for his son.
And each boy hoped to show his dad
That he would be the one.
The whistle blew and off they went
Young hearts and hopes afire.
To win and be the hero there
Was each young boy’s desire.
And one boy in particular
Whose dad was in the crowd
Was running near the lead and thought:
“My did will be so proud!”
But as they speeded down the field
Across a shallow dip,
The little boy who thought to win
Lost his step and slipped.
Trying hard to catch himself
His hands flew out to brace,
And mid the laughter of the crowd
He fell flat on his face.
So down he fell and with him hope
–He couldn’t win it now–
Embarrassed, sad, he only wished
To disappear somehow.
But as he fell his dad stood up
And showed his anxious face,
Which to the boy so clearly said,
“Get up and win the race.”
He quickly rose, no damage done,
–Behind a bit, that’s all–
And ran with all his mind and might
To make up for his fall.
So anxious to restore himself
–To catch up and to win–
His mind went faster than his legs:
He slipped and fell again!
He wished then he had quit before
With only one disgrace.
“I’m hopeless as a runner now;
I shouldn’t try to race.”
But in the laughing crowd he searched
And found his father’s face;
That steady look which said again:
“Get up and win the race!”
So up he jumped to try again
–Ten yards behind the last–
“If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought,
“I’ve got to move real fast.”
Exerting everything he had
He regained eight or ten,
But trying so hard to catch the lead
He slipped and fell again!
Defeat! He lied there silently
–A tear dropped from his eye–
“There’s no sense running anymore;
Three strikes: I’m out! Why try!”
The will to rise had disappeared;
All hope had fled away;
So far behind, so error prone;
A loser all the way.
“I’ve lost, so what’s the use,” he thought
“I’ll live with my disgrace.”
But then he thought about his dad
Who soon he’d have to face.
“Get up,” an echo sounded low.
“Get up and take your place;
You were not meant for failure here.
Get up and win the race.”
“With borrowed will get up,” it said,
“You haven’t lost at all.
For winning is no more than this:
To rise each time you fall.”
So up he rose to run once more,
And with a new commit
He resolved that win or lose
At least he wouldn’t quit.
So far behind the others now,
–The most he’d ever been–
Still he gave it all he had
And ran as though to win.
Three times he’d fallen, stumbling;
Three times he rose again;
Too far behind to hope to win
He still ran to the end.
They cheered the winning runner
As he crossed the line first place.
Head high, and proud, and happy;
No falling, no disgrace.
But when the fallen youngster
Crossed the line last place,
The crowd gave him the greater cheer,
For finishing the race.
And even though he came in last
With head bowed low, unproud,
You would have thought he’d won the race
To listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said,
“I didn’t do too well.”
“To me, you won,” his father said.
“You rose each time you fell.”
And now when things seem dark and hard
And difficult to face,
The memory of that little boy
Helps me in my race.
For all of life is like that race,
With ups and downs and all.
And all you have to do to win,
Is rise each time you fall.
“Quit! Give up! You’re beaten!”
They still shout in my face.
But another voice within me says:
“GET UP AND WIN THE RACE!”
I absolutely love the part in this poem when it states, "you were not meant for failure here." Winston Churchill once stated that "success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm!" Though it may take time and patience on your part, trials will pass. It is important to see our struggles as opportunities to grow rather than mere suffering. I have felt like that little boy at various moments in my life, but I have discovered that turning to look to my Savior and God during those hard moments usually gives me enough courage to rise and come out stronger!
He has been my rock in overcoming my storms.
Helamen 5:12 states "And now, my sons, remember, remember that it is upon the rock of our Redeemer, who is Christ, the Son of God, that ye must build your foundation; that when the devil shall send forth his mighty winds, yea, his shafts in the whirlwind, yea, when all his hail and his mighty storm shall beat upon you, it shall have no power over you to drag you down to the gulf of misery and endless wo, because of the rock upon which ye are built, which is a sure foundation, a foundation whereon if men build they cannot fall." So, as you know, Life WILL kick you down. The question is...Will you look to Christ to rise above the storms and finish your race?
Challenge: Share the above poem with someone that is facing a very difficult time currently. Pray each day this week to know how to more firmly build your foundation on Christ.
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