Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Earthquakes repost.

Another repost. This one is from March of 2012:

So, I have had some time recently to really consider what it means to have a Father in Heaven who is interested in the diminutive details and minutia of my life. To illustrate this point, I'd like to briefly mention earthquakes. I'm not going to take time to define the term for you... I know you know what they are and what they can do.

Scary. Destructive. Something absolutely to prepare for and when necessary, recover from. But you realize as well as I do that when a devastating earthquake occurs, it affects a specific area and specific group of people. We see the results on CNN, we pray and try to send relief, but we do not feel that ground tremble. We do not see our houses collapse. In essence, we don't feel it like they do. And perhaps you have... perhaps you've experienced one and if so, I'm sure you can say it was worrisome. But the earth shudders and shakes without us knowing every day. For example, google just told me that yesterday an earthquake hit off the coast of Australia... rated at a 6.6. Did you feel it? Didn't think so. We don't feel others' earth quaking unless we're right there in the thick of it with them. 

I personally have never experienced an earthquake that I can remember. I don't suffer from the effects of earthquakes like so many throughout the world have physically. But I can tell you about times in my life when my earth has quaked... when my stability and my foundation were rattled and threatened to topple. And maybe my reasons for this sudden insecurity and fear seem trivial to all others. Maybe no one else's earth would rock and sway under similar circumstances but mine sure did. Maybe they couldn't feel it, but I did.

I had an experience like that recently. My earth shook. I grasped for stability and understanding. I had tried to prepare but found myself afraid and feeling alone. Others felt a portion of the fear because they are deeply involved in my life but it was I that, in my rattled state, knelt before my God and plead for help. Over the next few days and weeks, I have communicated with Him who sees everything with perfect perspective and who knows the end from the beginning. He knew this was not my end and helped me understand how to begin. Through conversing with Deity, I came to understand for myself why he was putting me where I was and what I should do to best embrace His charity and goodness. I realized an enormous tender mercy in a trial and realized that a loving Father was trying to shield His beloved daughter from further pain and anguish. He wasn't trying to injure or break me... rather He was trying to build and protect me, which can sometimes be a painful process. 

I had this epiphany today. When we are young, we tend to scream and rage against our parents when they are trying to put us to bed, limit our sugar intake, keep us from playing outside after dark, make us eat our vegetables. They often put us in situations that for us caused our very worlds to shake. You've seen a child in absolute despair over something seemingly small... you want to go and tell them to snap out of it, that it doesn't really matter in the long run if they can't find their favorite blanket... but you don't. Why? Because you understand that that they will gain perspective with experience. Yet it doesn't change the fact that it was painful, difficult, impossible for the younger versions of ourselves to understand why we could not eat that chocolate or stay up late. Elder James B. Martino of the Seventy spoke about this a few years ago in General Conference:

Sometimes we pass through pain and sorrow that we might grow and be prepared for potential trials in the future. I ask a question to you mothers: “Would you ever do something that would cause pain and bring tears to your children when they have done nothing wrong?” Of course you would! When mothers take young children to the doctor to receive immunizations, almost every child leaves the doctor’s office in tears. Why do you do that? Because you know that a small amount of pain now will protect them from possible pain and suffering in the future. Our Father in Heaven knows the end from the beginning. We need to follow the example of the Savior and trust in Him.

This is what Father has been doing with me lately. He's put me in a difficult situation and doesn't excuse Himself, He knows it's painful. But He does this all because He is trying to lessen if not eliminate future suffering. He is steadying my shaking earth. Just as Christ has the power to calm a tumultuous sea and heal a crippled hand and raise a hopelessly ill individual from the dead, He has the power to steady the shaking in a life, no matter how dilapidated. When life seems bleak or anxiety settles in for the long haul, that is when Heavenly Father (only with permission and invitation) extends a perfect hand. When things are difficult, especially when others cannot or will not understand the difficulty and why it plagues you, God can get to you. He can reach you. He can change you and change the earth you stand on because He created both you and your world and He is master of both. 

I know this because I've been experiencing it these last few weeks. Again, it may not be anything earth shattering for any of you... but it sure seemed to shatter me for a little bit there. But because I have been taught to talk to this Eternal Parent, I have learned to recognize His voice and understand His doings in my life. I am in no way perfect at this process and am learning daily how to understand more but I hear Him, I see Him, I feel Him. 
When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,  
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply; 
The flame shall not harm thee; I only design 
Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.
Nothing is more important to me at this stage in my life than my relationship with God, my ability to talk to Him, and the charity He continually bestows upon me in the form of trial. 

But if not.

I first posted this in May of 2012. Again, re-learning things I've already learned before, but that are becoming pertinent again:

Nebuchadnezzer is a crazy name. I'd never put my child through trying to spell that in Kindergarten. Turns out he was also sort of a crazy king. The Bible dictionary can't really put it that way so what it says is that he was "stricken by madness" which sounds much more civil. But the basics are these: he has an enormous gold statue made and commands that whenever music is played, all must drop what they are doing and worship this statue. If they don't, he'll bake them alive in a huge oven. It's stories like these that make the Old Testament so interesting, there are so many crazies. 

He heard that three men named Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego refused to do as he commanded. They refused to worship the golden idol. When he confronted them, he said "if ye worship not, ye shall be cast the same hour into the midst of a burning fiery furnace; and who is that God that shall deliver you out of my hands?"

Let's just take a moment to consider that prospect. I despise the feeling of being hot.  My ideal temperature is in the low sixties. I can't even handle visiting Arizona between the months of March and November. I cannot imagine a fate worse than burning to death in an oven. That would have absolutely terrified me. 

But they said the following:

"If it be so, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of thine hand, O king."

And now, the clincher...

"But if not, be it known unto thee, O king, that we will not serve thy gods, nor worship the golden image which thou has set up."

You've probably heard this story and thought about what it means but lately it has taken on a whole new life for me. The principle of faith has been floating around my head for the last few months. Faith is the substance of things hoped for butnot seen. I've repeated that countless times to others (on my mission, to friends and family members, while teaching a lesson in church) but am just starting to understand what that actually means to me. 

I think it is incredibly interesting that Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego were so faithful that they came up with one plan and one plan only. "We won't worship a golden idol, God will help us, and if for whatever reason He doesn't, we still won't worship a golden idol."Probably would have lost some of the effect if they had said something like, "No, we won't worship your idol, God has the power to help us and He will help us, but if not, then we're bringing some buckets of water and we have some friends set up to bail us out and we're also going to strike you dumb for messing with us." Their plan was beautifully simple. "We will do what we know is right, God will back us up and if for whatever reason things don't go the way we hope, we will die trusting that God truly knows what is best for our lives."

This applies to so many aspects of my life right now. As I've knelt by my bed and talked things through with my Heavenly Father, I have spent a lot of time fighting fears and fighting back tears as I've struggled to understand really what faith means. Faith means you don't know. And that it's okay that you don't know. Because HE knows. Faith means not planning an exit strategy or escape route. Faith means trusting that the safety net of the Atonement covers everything. It means putting your might, mind strength and especially your heart into something good and then trusting that it will work out. Faith means putting your all into the belief that Heavenly Father will back you up, and even if He does the opposite of what you wanted Him to do, you know that that IS Him backing you up... in a way that we can't quite comprehend. And dang gina... I have a hard time with this. I am a planner. I like to think ahead and know what's coming and be able to anticipate everything. He lets me do that to an extent but I think He is purposefully putting me in situations where that is not a possibility so I learn more about the most fundamental principle of the gospel. Faith. He is helping me to understand that if I put my all into things, I will not regret it. And by ridding myself of the poisonous mentalities of the adversary (i.e. this probably won't work out, you should be worried about this, what if everything backfires?, you're going to get hurt, don't go all in because you'll fall further) I can embrace an attitude of faith. 

Changing stone into bread.

Funny how your past self sometimes has the opportunity to teach your present self things to help your future self.

From my journal, August 11, 2011:

It started much like the other days I lose perspective: a really long day followed by a frustrating evening topped off with a difficult experience. I felt out of touch with the Lizzie that I know and love... the Lizzie that I'm used to. That Lizzie is usually in control, typically easy going and not easily offended. That Lizzie is happy and faithful and hopeful. That Lizzie wasn't around on the evening in question and I was missing her, feeling not at all at home in this foreign Lizzie. Angry, upset, worked up, fed up, pent up frustration seeping out the seams. Hot and angry tears slid down my scowling face as I paced the floor in my room. My room isn't big so the pacing turned more into walking small infuriating circles. In my head flowed thoughts like unto the following: 
"I don't deserve this. I'm sick of this. I shouldn't have to put up with this. I want better than this. I want out. I want a break. I've earned a break. I didn't ask for this. This isn't my fault. None of this is my fault. It's someone else's fault and some else's problem and they'd better fix it before I explode." 
I felt so misunderstood, and not the kind of misunderstood that comes when I tell people that I like green bananas or admit that I prefer rainy days over sunny days. This was a deeper and more profound feeling of being misunderstood that led into a feeling of being grossly misrepresented. And my natural and indignant self refused to stand for it. I was blinded to perspective by selfish self-preserving anger. 
I wish I could say that it was then and there that I hit my knees and turned to the right source, but I can't. I stayed mad. I justified my anger. I stroked my conscience until it stopped protesting and paced around my cell of circumstance, refusing to realize that the keys were in the door and I could leave at any time. 
I wanted to be validated. I wanted to call those that love me and say, "Hey... tell me I'm right. Tell me I have a reason to be upset about this. Tell me good things about myself and tell me it'll be okay and make me feel better." You see, what I realize now is that I was seeking something beyond validation. I should have said something like "...and make me feel better about this contention in my heart because deep down I know it's wrong..." but I didn't/ wouldn't see that at the time. Hindsight, people. Hindsight. 
Something held me back though, which I'm grateful for. Aren't you thankful for that "something" that always holds you back or makes you move or inspires you to listen or causes you think or stops your mouth? When I get back to Heavenly Father, this is one idea I'm going to want to high-five Him for... that mysterious something. 
The situation was hard. A genuinely difficult situation. But I was making it harder on myself and others. I was making it worse. 
I went to sleep. Fitful sleep to say the least. Bad dreams that I can't remember but I know they were bad. When I woke I felt stressed and more tired than I was when I went to bed. I laid there, not wanting to get up, not wanting to leave my room. 
I think in this tired and vulnerable state, the spirit was finally able to get through the crusty exterior I had built around my heart. 
Lizzie, seek peace. 
Finally inching to the edge of humility, I began to pray. And it took all of 2 seconds for the feeling to come. 
    suc·cor
    noun /ˈsəkər/
    1. Assistance and support in times of hardship and distress
    verb /ˈsəkər/
    1. Give immediate assistance; to run to aid of someone or something 
That's what I got. Succor from a Father who was literally waiting in the wings for permission to help. He won't ever trod over our agency to get to us. "That He may know according to the flesh how to succor His people according to their infirmities." (Alma 7:12) I felt overwhelmed with a feeling of peace and confidence and love.  
But He never stops there. Then came the teaching and also the loving chastisement. Clarity. 
You don't need to understand why certain things happen. There are times when you perhaps aren't initially at fault that you end up assuming some of that fault based on your reaction, be it public or private. The Lord will not stand for judgement or criticism of his children, period. He will never authorize it or support it. Your obligation is to take the things that happen and change them into good things (i.e. learn from them) before taking them inside of you. If you ask for bread and you hold in your hands something that looks like a stone, ask for His help to change it into bread and then use it for good. 
"What man is there of you, who, if his son ask bread will give him a stone? If ye being evil know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father who is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?" 
3 Nephi 14:9
And then came the message that has come many times previously. Lizzie, you're okay. You're okay. The situation didn't change. The circumstances didn't magically alter. I still had to leave my bed, leave that room and deal with it. But the stoney feelings transformed into... well... into bread. Something I can use, something I need, something that is nourishing, something I love.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Faith, to be faith, must...

“Faith, to be faith, must center around something that is not known. Faith, to be faith, must go beyond that for which there is confirming evidence. Faith, to be faith, must go into the unknown. Faith, to be faith, must walk to the edge of the light, and then a few steps into the darkness.”
-Elder Boyd K. Packer

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

"He Lives in You"

Another interesting fact: this is what I was listening to on my iPod during the experience related below. True story.



Wait, there's no mountain too great,
Hear these words and have faith. Have faith.
He lives in you, He lives in me. He watches over everything we see.
Into the water, into the truth, in your reflection He lives in you.

Steps in the darkness.

Below is an excerpt from my journal that I kept while hiking Mount Kilimanjaro with my dad. This was after we had summited and were trying to make it back to base camp before a storm rolled in on the peak.



An hour into the downhill, we were still exposed and far away from shelter. The fog was getting thicker and the freezing cold air stung my red cheeks. Frank and my dad were behind us. Sifuel and I took a different route which was ambitious but quicker. We were anxious to get off the mountain and back to camp since it was getting so cold and stormy. I was hiking in front of Sifuel and listening to music to distract me from my knee, whose ache had now turned into a throb. The fog was now so thick that I couldn’t see more than 5 feet in front of or behind me. I lost sight of Sifuel. I took out my headphones and called his name. No answer. I called louder and with more sharpness in my voice. Again no answer. Taking a deep breath, I turned to face the trail. It now seemed completely incomprehensible. This trail was nothing like the clear well-kept trails down in the rainforest. This was jagged and unclear, muddled by snow, ice and boulders. I couldn’t tell where I should be going and at this point in the hike down direction was crucial. Guessing and taking the wrong path could lead me precariously close to the edge of a cliff or lost in the fog. Panic rose in my chest as I called Sifuel’s name again. I heard nothing but the wind whipping between the rocks around me. 

I thought about staying where I was in case Sifuel had simply fallen behind me and needed to catch up. But I felt like I needed to keep moving in order to stay warm. Thinking back to the last several minutes, I  also realized that I might have been hiking alone for a while and that I wasn’t sure if I had already taken the wrong path. If that was the case, sitting and waiting surely wasn’t an option. I closed my eyes and said a prayer out loud, pleading for help. I felt like I should continue to move but to literally move according to the spirit. I chose one path over another and spoke out loud "Father, I'm going down this way. Stop me if I shouldn't." I began down, then felt unsure so I traced my steps back and chose the other path. "Okay, so I'll try this way. Let me know if that's unwise." If I felt okay about it, I kept going. This continued for five  minutes or so when I heard my name being called by Sifuel, who was somewhere in front of me. I called back and worked my way towards his voice. He didn’t seemed panicked just yet but was obviously concerned. Apparently he go an emergency phone call and was headed from another guide asking him what to do with an evacuation situation. He couldn’t move from where he was because he would lose reception. He had called down to me and asked me to wait and he thought I had heard him but couldn’t see me through the fog so when he began again, he couldn’t find me. 

I immediately recognized this as a literal representation of the hymn “Lead, Kindly Light.” Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling gloom. Lead Thou me on. The night is dark and I am far from home, lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet, I do not ask to see the distant scene, one step enough for me.

This experience has been significant to me over the last several years. I've used it in lessons, talks, and discussions with friends. This was a time in my life when following the spirit became a very literal, physical task. I cannot deny that I received very specific and important direction that day. I've also learned recently that it is significant that there simultaneously exists a kindly light and an encircling gloom in the same situation. Darkness may cover your path and you may not be able to see ahead, but the kindly light is always, always there at your disposal if you have the faith to summon it. The Lord will give you enough. He always has, and He always will.

Monday, January 26, 2015

"I Have Felt"

In Memoriam: 124

BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
That which we dare invoke to bless;
         Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt;
         He, They, One, All; within, without;
The Power in darkness whom we guess;

I found Him not in world or sun,
         Or eagle's wing, or insect's eye;
         Nor thro' the questions men may try,
The petty cobwebs we have spun:

If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep,
         I heard a voice, "Believe no more,"
         And heard an ever-breaking shore
That tumbled in the Godless deep,

A warmth within the breast would melt
         The freezing reason's colder part,
         And like a man in wrath the heart
Stood up and answer'd, "I have felt."

No, like a child in doubt and fear:
         But that blind clamour made me wise;
         Then was I as a child that cries,
But crying, knows his father near;

And what I am beheld again
         What is, and no man understands;
         And out of darkness came the hands
That reach thro' nature, moulding men.

Successful Failing: Pursuing Our Quest for Perfection


Maybe our most difficult challenge is to deal with the second category of failures: those that are not willful sin or intentional calculated risks, but rather the unavoidable, uncontrollable failures that occur because of the messiness of life or because of factors beyond our direct control... What do you do when all these things and even more important ones seem to go wrong at the same time and you feel completely alone, overwhelmed, and totally a failure? What do you do then? Let me suggest you follow the advice given in Hebrews 10:35: Cast not away your confidence. You have not arrived at this point in your life without having accomplished much... The process is better than that, and YOU are better than that. More importantly, you have the potential to be much better than that. Remembering what you've already accomplished in understanding your full potential can contribute to the development of the kind of emotional, physical, mental, and spiritual resilience that will allow you... to meet personal challenge and change. 
We are promised from a spiritual perspective that our adversity and affliction shall be but a small moment, that we can be certain that whatever we are going through will be temporary.... As Elder Jeffrey R. Holland put it, "If you are lonely, please know you can find comfort. If you are discouraged, please know you can find hope. If you are poor in spirit, please know you can be strengthened. If you feel you are broken, please know you can be mended.” Because of the Atonement, all failures are challengeable and temporary, except for the one that occurs when we give up, so whatever you do, don't you dare give up. 
Yes I am asking you to trust yourself more, but more importantly I'm asking you to trust God. I urge you in your moments of doubt and despair, in the times you think you fail and you can't make it right to focus more on Him and less on yourselves. Too often, we ask the wrong question when we fail. We ask, am I good enough? but the real question is, is God good enough? Is He as good as He says He is? Can He really deliver on his promise that all things will work together for our if we will trust Him and strive to do the best we can and keep going whenever we fall short? I testify that He is. God is as good, as powerful, as loving, as patient, and as consistent as He says He is. If we will but focus on the eternal truths He has made available to us both through institution revelations and through personal promptings and reassurances, He will turn all our failures into successes. 
-President Kevin J. Worthen

Friday, January 23, 2015

Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Law of Increasing Returns



Now, one trouble with most of our struggles is that you can’t see the seeds and the crops clearly. And you may not know as much about maturation time. So, you have to make this decision frequently: “Has this effort yielded about all it’s going to, or shall I keep working and waiting?”...

You shouldn’t really be surprised to have arrived in an “I want it now” generation. A prophet, Peter, saw it long ago. He said,

Knowing this first, that there shall come in the last days scoffers, walking after their own lusts,
And saying, Where is the promise of his coming? for since the fathers fell asleep, all things continue as they were from the beginning of the creation. [2 Peter 3:3–4]

You are believers, not scoffers. Yet the scoffers can be helpful, because they encourage you to get an answer to this question: “What am I willing to keep giving heart and soul for, when neither I nor the scoffers may see returns for a long, long time?” And when we decide there are potential rewards worth that commitment, you’ll want answers to another question: “How can I keep myself working and waiting if the scoffers are loud and the delay long?”...

There are spiritual crops that require months, years, and sometimes a lifetime of cultivation before the harvest. Among them are spiritual rewards you want most. That shouldn’t surprise you. Common sense tells you that what matters most won’t come easily. But there is another reason suggested in the scriptures. Remember this from the Book of Mormon?

And now, I, Moroni, would speak somewhat concerning these things; I would show unto the world that faith is things which are hoped for and not seen; wherefore, dispute not because ye see not, for ye receive no witness until after the trial of your faith. [Ether 12:6]

And from the Doctrine and Covenants:

Ye cannot behold with your natural eyes, for the present time, the design of your God concerning those things which shall come hereafter, and the glory which shall follow after much tribulation.For after much tribulation come the blessings. Wherefore the day cometh that ye shall be crowned with much glory; the hour is not yet, but is nigh at hand. [D&C 58:3–4]

If you wanted to give this idea a name, you could call it “the law of increasing returns.” The simple fact is that there is a God who wants us to have faith in him. He knows that to strengthen faith we must use it. And so he gives us the chance to use it by letting some of the spiritual rewards we want most be delayed. Instead of first effort yielding returns, with a steady decline, it’s the reverse. First efforts, and even second efforts, seem to yield little. And then the rewards begin, perhaps much later, to grow and grow.

-President Henry B. Eyring, The Law of Increasing Returns

Giant Steps


There were then, as now, constantly new lessons. Well do I remember the first time, when, as I pleaded with the Lord in solemn prayer for the help and guidance and feeling of support I had come to cherish, there was no answer. Rather I felt a barrier—an insurmountable wall. I reviewed my life, my feelings, my acts, and all that could affect such communication and found no problems. It was not until after much more purposeful struggling that there came the clarification. What I had felt was not a wall but a giant step, an opportunity to rise to a higher spiritual plane—an opportunity evidencing trust that I would obey correct principles without the necessity of constant reinforcement. After more effort, the peaceful, comforting presence of the Spirit returned. 
- Elder Richard G. Scott

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Managing like somebody carrying a box....



Something I'm learning is that difficulty can be beautiful while still being difficult, loss can be important while still deeply sad, and that the Lord uses grief to refine us into more perfect versions of ourselves... while still allowing us to feel the pain of refinement.  My good friend shared this poem with me after she has a miscarriage. I'll never forget it.

Michiko Dead

BY JACK GILBERT
He manages like somebody carrying a box   
that is too heavy, first with his arms
underneath. When their strength gives out,   
he moves the hands forward, hooking them   
on the corners, pulling the weight against   
his chest. He moves his thumbs slightly   
when the fingers begin to tire, and it makes   
different muscles take over. Afterward,
he carries it on his shoulder, until the blood   
drains out of the arm that is stretched up
to steady the box and the arm goes numb. But now   
the man can hold underneath again, so that   
he can go on without ever putting the box down.
Jack Gilbert, “Michiko Dead” from The Great Fires: Poems 1982-1992. Copyright © 1994 by Jack Gilbert.

For a while at least, we just have to manage like somebody carrying a box, and there's nothing wrong with that. 


I'm learning that the Lord uses sadness to teach us to love the sad and He uses weariness to teach us to succor the weary. He can take a child who has suffered and use them to help other suffering children. I can recognize simultaneously that trials are hard but also that they are necessary. The necessariness doesn't decrease the hardness, but it does put it into better perspective. And there may be some days when burdens seem heavier than other days, but that is okay because although He can't always take it entirely off your shoulders, He most certainly can strengthen your back. And I can be grateful for that.


Verily, verily, I say unto you, ye are little children, and ye have not as yet understood how great blessings the Father hath in his own hands and prepared for you;And ye cannot bear all things now; nevertheless, be of good cheer, for I will lead you along.[D&C 78:17–18] 
I will go before your face. I will be on your right hand and on your left, . . . and mine angels [shall be] round about you, to bear you up. [D&C 84:88]

Thomas Edison



Thomas Edison devoted ten years and all of his money to developing the nickel-alkaline storage battery at a time when he was almost penniless. Through that period of time, his record and film production was supporting the storage battery effort. Then one night the terrifying cry of fire echoed through the film plant. Spontaneous combustion had ignited some chemicals. Within moments all of the packing compounds, celluloid for records, film, and other flammable goods had gone up with a roar. Fire companies from eight towns arrived, but the fire and heat were so intense and the water pressure so low that the fire hoses had no effect. Edison was sixty-seven years old—no age to begin anew. His son Charles was frantic, wondering if he were safe, if his spirits were broken, and how he would handle a crisis such as this at his age. Charles saw his father running toward him. He spoke first.

He said, “Where’s your mother? Go get her. Tell her to get her friends. They’ll never see another fire like this as long as they live!”

At 5:30 the next morning, with the fire barely under control, he called his employees together and announced, “We’re rebuilding.” One man was told to lease all the machine shops in the area, another to obtain a wrecking crane from the Erie Railroad Company. Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, “Oh, by the way. Anybody know where we can get some money?” (Paraphrased from Charles Edison, “My Most Unforgettable Character,” Reader’s Digest, December 1961, pp. 175–77.)

Virtually everything you now recognize as a Thomas Edison contribution to your life came after that disaster. Remember, “Trouble has no necessary connection with discouragement— discouragement has a germ of its own.” (F. Scott Fitzgerald)

-Elder Jeffrey R. Holland- For Times of Trouble

Friday, January 9, 2015


If—

BY RUDYARD KIPLING
If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!