hey family and friends.
last tuesday we went to the zoo. It was fun to see all the animals. it was actually a pretty nice zoo. My favorite animal was like a blank panther thing. It was super cool!!
This week has been good! We have been working hard and trying to get investigators to go to church. They promise us they are going to go and then they bail at the last minute. It is so frustrating sometimes. Some days on the mission are just hard. Some days in life are just hard. But we just need to keep going and trying!! I want to share this poem with all of you that is called The Race.
"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 failures face
My downward fall is broken by
The memory of the race.
And hope refills my weakened will
As I recall that scene
For just the thought of that short race
Rejuvenates my being.
A childrens race, young boys, young men
How I ermeber well.
Excitement, sure! But also fear.
It wasnt hard to tell.
They all ined up so full of hope
Each thought to wint he race.
Or tie for first, or it 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 a fire
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 dad 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,
her fell flat on his face
so down he fell, and with im hope
he couldnt win it now
embarrassed, sad, he only wished
to disappear somehow.
but as he fell, his dad stood up
and showed his anxious face
that to the boy so clearly said
get up win the race!
he quickly rose, no damage done
behinda bit, thats all
and ran with all his mind and might
to make up for his fall
soanxious to restore himself
to catch up and win
his mind went faster than his legs
he slipped and fell again.
he wished that he had quit before
with only one disgrace
im hopeless as a runner, now.
i shouldnt try to race.
so up he jumped to try again
ten yards behind the last
if im to gain those yards, he thought,
ive got to more real fast
exerting everything he had,
he regained eight of ten
but trying hard to catch the lead
he slipped and fell again.
defeated! he lay there silently
a tear dropped from his eye
theres no sense running anymore
three strikes, im out. Why try?
the will to rise had disappeared
all hope had flown away
so far behind, so error prone
a loser all the ay
ive lost, so what the use, he thought
ill live with my disgrace
but then he thought abot his dad
whom soon hed 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 havent lost at all
for winning is no more tahn this
to rise each time you fall
so up he rose to run once more
and, with anew commit,
he resolved that win or lose
at least he wouldnt quit.
so far behind the others now
the most hed ever been
still he gave it all he had
he ran as though to win.
three times hed fallen, stumbling,
threee 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 wont he race
to listen to the crowd.
and to his dad he sadly said
i didnt do so well
to me, you won, the 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 i 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 love this poem. Things get hard. We fall. But we must always get up and keep going!! Everytime we have to get up! but the good thing is that we have a loving Savior, who is always there with his hand extended, ready to help us get up and keep going.
i love you all so much! keep on going and keep on trying! Get up and win the race!
love,
hermana Dibb
