Words that inspire us

We have all read something that touches us or inspires us at just the right time in our lives.  Poems have a unique way of having that impact on us.  I was spending time with my daughter last weekend and we were talking about quotes and poems and stories that have really impacted us.  She shared her favorite poem with me that has really helped her in her life.  It is a poem many of you may have heard before, but it is well worth sharing it on the off chance someone out there hasn’t seen it before.  It has a powerful message that helps us get through hard times, so rather than sharing my own feelings today I thought I would simply share the poem in the hope that it will inspire you too.

Footprints in the Sand

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.

This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.

So I said to the Lord,
‘You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?’

The Lord replied,
‘The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you.’

                                                          -Mary Stevenson

I love a good poem or a good quote or story.  They can have such a positive impact on our lives.  Feel free to share your favorite poem or quote in the comments so we can all be inspired from each other.

Have an inspired day everyone!



  • Leslie says:

    “Do you suppose it matters to our Heavenly Father whether your makeup, clothes, hair, and nails are perfect? Do you think your value to Him changes based on how many followers you have on Instagram or Pinterest? Do you think He wants you to worry or get depressed if some un-friend or un-follow you on Facebook or Twitter? Do you think outward attractiveness, your dress size, or popularity make the slightest difference in your worth to the One who created the universe? He loves you not only for who you are this very day but also for the person of glory and light you have the potential and the desire to become.”Dieter F. Uchtdorf

  • Marc says:

    I find this helps inspire me in hard times:

    The Race by D. H. Groeberg

    “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 started to hang my head in front of failure’s face,
    My downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.
    And hope refills my weakened will as I recall that scene.
    For just the thought of that short race rejuvenates my being.
    A children’s race, young boys, young men; now I remember well.
    Excitement, sure, but also fear; it wasn’t hard to tell.
    They all lined up so full of hope. Each thought to win the race
    Or tie for first, if 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 sped, as if they were on fire
    To win, to be the hero there, was each boy’s desire.
    And one boy in particular, his dad was in the crowd,
    Was running near the lead and thought, “My dad will be so proud.”
    But as he speeded down the field, across the shallow dip,
    The little boy who thought to win lost his step and slipped.
    Trying hard to catch himself, his arm flew out to brace,
    And ‘mid the laughter of the crowd, he fell flat on his face.
    So, down he fell, and with him, hope. He couldn’t win it now.
    Embarrassed, sad, he only wished he’d disappear somehow.
    But, as he fell, his dad stood up and showed his anxious face,
    Which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win the race!”
    He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit, that’s all.
    And ran with all his mind and might to make up for the fall.
    So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win,
    His mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again.
    He wished he had quit before with only one disgrace.
    “I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.”
    But, in the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face.
    That steady look that said again, “Get up and win the race!”
    So, he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last;
    “If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!”
    Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight or ten,
    But trying so hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.
    Defeat! He lay there silently, a tear dropped from his eye.
    “There’s no sense running more. Three strikes, I’m out…why try?”
    The will to rise had disappeared, all hope had fled away.
    So far behind, so error-prone, a loser all the way.
    “I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought, “I’ll live with my disgrace.”
    But, then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face.
    “Get up,” an echo sounded low, “Get up and take your place.
    You weren’t meant for failure here; get up and win the race.”
    With borrowed will, “Get up,” it said, “You haven’t lost at all,
    For winning is no more than this–to rise each time you fall.”
    So up he rose to win once more. And with a new commit,
    He resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit.
    So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been.
    Still, he gave it all he had, and ran as though to win.
    Three times he fallen, stumbling, three 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 crossed the finish 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 won the race, to listen to the crowd.
    And to his dad, he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”
    “To me you won,” his 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 is 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!”

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