Grace Unknown Episode 13 - Writers Block..."If"

Isaac shared his favorite poem with us today that his father loved and read to him and that he now loves and reads to his sons :) I think that is so sweet. And the poem is wonderful and so inspiring! Also, Isaac mentioned listening to a good song or music when you're have a rough day. I can't even count the number of times and instances I have turned to music in my times of sadness, frustration, depression and anxiety. A lot of that music has been Hanson's music. And I think that is why their music speaks to me so personally and vulnerably. Because they get it. They know the power music has on the heart and soul. Sounds like they use music for relief too. I loved that!

Notes:

Listen to others who have come before you and be inspired by them.

When you’re having a rough day, listen to a good song (like any Hanson song! ;) And then listen to another song and another song and another song until you feel better.

 

 

"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!