Anne Peterson

Healing words for wounded souls.

try, try again

The temptation to quit at times is well, tempting.

How many times do we have to get up after falling?

Sometimes I just get tired.

Charles Swindoll once said, “A failure is not one who fails, but instead one who quits trying.”

Sometimes I get tired of trying. I look around and seem to focus on those who have attained what I truly hope for. The negative comments bombard me, but I notice that they are really coming from me.

They say it takes 9 positive comments to offset one negative one. I find it interesting that the only comments I tell myself are the negative ones. It looks like I have a lot of positive talking to do.

I am tenacious. I stick with something till it’s done. But lately the sticking part is becoming harder. I think I need to remember that what I tell myself is crucial. It says in Proverbs 23:7, “As a man thinks in his heart, so is he.”

Our thoughts matter. I think I need to think about this.

The little engine that succeeded was his own cheering section. Over and over he told himself, “I think I can, I think I can.”

I saw this principal illustrated in my own life when I attended Judson College. I had the gift of getting lost. When I realized that I needed to make the weekly trip to Elgin, unchartered territory, I started reminding myself that I don’t navigate well, that this would really be a challenge. 

And as long as I reminded myself of that I kept getting lost. One time I actually got close to the college when I kept following the signs that said, “Keep right.”

All the way on the ramp to I 94! Forty-five minutes later I walked into my 3-hour long class. Tears on my reddened face I simply stated, “I got lost.”

I remember counting the times I would need to make the trip as if somehow that would make it easier. “You only have to help me 82 times God.”

Finally I realized that if I talked myself into getting lost, maybe what I was saying to myself mattered. So, I started telling myself I could do it. I started calming myself down when I could feel panicky. Not only was it unchartered territory, but my classes were at night.

I did graduate from Judson. I got my BA that I had long wanted. But, one of my biggest accomplishments was that I changed my self-talk.

I think I’m in need of that again. 

No matter what I face today, I will watch what I tell myself. For the truth is, I can keep trying. I’m no different than that little engine. (I bet he would have gotten lost at times too if he wasn’t on that track).

About Anne Peterson

I write words you can feel, sometimes they rhyme. If I'm not writing, I'm telling stories from my head, to little ones who call me grandma.

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