I don’t mean I’m on an emotional trip, but rather my emotions have caused me to trip. I’ve fallen and skinned my spirit. I was doing fine, but then I became physically tired. When tiredness strikes, my spirit gets vulnerable, and emotional scars are easily roughed up. My balm? You guessed it–food! Ah, what relief, even if it is short-lived.
My first thought is to chuck the plan! Oh, how easy it is to slip back into old habits–skip the exercise, forget about nutritious foods, and just wallow in fast foods mania. But then I remember that the prize goes to the one who stays in the race Paul tells us in 1 Corinthians 9:24 to “run in such a way as to get the prize.” I know the only way to do that is to get back on track.
One summer when I was recovering from surgery, I was sitting outside watching an ant carry a heavy load back to the anthill. Oh, how that ant struggled with the task, often dropping the treasure, and having to start over. I was amazed at the ant’s stick-to-it-ness. Remembering the ant’s perseverance, I resolve to keep starting over, and starting over, until I have mastered the plan. I won’t give up!
I’m including a favorite poem I’ve had for years. It is by John Greenleaf Whittier. It packs a whopper of a message for me. Just in case you’ve tripped up, I hope it will encourage you, too.
In HIS love, Janet
Don’t You Quit
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow –
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out –
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit –
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807 – 1892) was called a “Fireside Poets.” His work was well-known and read widely in America. Whittier was fortunate enough to make a comfortable living from his poetry