N'Abandonne Pas
N'abandonne pas lorsque la marée est à son plus bas,
Car bientôt elle changera.
N'abandonne pas en cas de doutes ou de questions,
Car peut-être que tu apprendras quelques chose.
N'abandonne pas lorsque la nuit est à son plus noir,
Car l'aube ne saurais tarder.
N'abandonne pas lorsque tu as courru le plus loin possible,
La course est presque gagnée.
N'abandonne pas lorsque la côte est à son plus abrupte,
Car ton objectif est presque atteint.
N'abandonne pas, car tu ne connaîtras pas l'échec,
Sauf si tu n'essaies pas.
Car bientôt elle changera.
N'abandonne pas en cas de doutes ou de questions,
Car peut-être que tu apprendras quelques chose.
N'abandonne pas lorsque la nuit est à son plus noir,
Car l'aube ne saurais tarder.
N'abandonne pas lorsque tu as courru le plus loin possible,
La course est presque gagnée.
N'abandonne pas lorsque la côte est à son plus abrupte,
Car ton objectif est presque atteint.
N'abandonne pas, car tu ne connaîtras pas l'échec,
Sauf si tu n'essaies pas.
Jill Wolf
Almost 2 years ago I decided it was time for me to improve my journal-writing habits, so I went looking for a journal that would make me want to write. For those of you who didn't know this -- I have a slight obsession for all things French. I found a journal on the clearance shelf in the BYU bookstore with the short story/poem Footprints on it in French -- it was too perfect, so I bought it. And I filled it quite quickly. When it was nearly full, I went looking for another journal, so I'd already have one to continue writing in when the first was full. I again found it on the clearance shelf at the bookstore and again it caught my eye because of the French writing on the front. The poem above is what that writing contained.
I read through the poem again tonight and realized how much I love this poem and so, I'm sharing it with you. I couldn't find a real English translation of it online, but I'll translate it for you:
Empreintes
Un homme, un soir, eut un rêve. Il rêva qu’il marchait au bord de la mer avec le Seigneur.
Sur le fond du ciel se déroulaient des scènes. Dans chaque scène, il remarquait deux traces parallèles de pas dans le sable. L’une, la sienne, l’autre selle du Seigneur.
Quand la dernière scène de sa vie s’alluma, il se retourna pour revoir les traces de pas sur la grève. Ici et la, sur la route de sa vie, il n’y avait qu’une seule trace de pas. Et ces moments de marche solitaire correspondaient aux heures les plus tristes et les plus déprimantes de sa vie.
Intrigué, il interrogea son compagnon. “Seigneur, quand j’ai décidé de te suivre, tu avais dit que tu marcherais tout le chemin avec moi! Et je vois qu’aux pires périodes de mon existence, il n’y a qu’une seule trace se pas; m’aurais-tu donc abandonné quand justement j’avais le plus besoin de toi?”
“Je t’aime, mon très cher enfant, je t’aime st jamais je ne te laisserais. Une seule trace de pas, oui aux temps les plus difficiles de tes épreuves et de tes souffrances, mais c’est alors que je to portais.”
Almost 2 years ago I decided it was time for me to improve my journal-writing habits, so I went looking for a journal that would make me want to write. For those of you who didn't know this -- I have a slight obsession for all things French. I found a journal on the clearance shelf in the BYU bookstore with the short story/poem Footprints on it in French -- it was too perfect, so I bought it. And I filled it quite quickly. When it was nearly full, I went looking for another journal, so I'd already have one to continue writing in when the first was full. I again found it on the clearance shelf at the bookstore and again it caught my eye because of the French writing on the front. The poem above is what that writing contained.
I read through the poem again tonight and realized how much I love this poem and so, I'm sharing it with you. I couldn't find a real English translation of it online, but I'll translate it for you:
Don't Give Up
Don't give up when the tide is at it's lowest;
for soon it will change;
Don't give up when there are doubts and questions;
for you may be something to learn.
Don't give up when the night is at it's darkest,
for dawn will never come late;
Don't give up when you think you've run your furthest,
the race is almost won.
Don't give up when the coast is the roughest,
for you have almost reached you goal;
Don't give up, for you will never know failure
unless you never try.
Don't give up when the tide is at it's lowest;
for soon it will change;
Don't give up when there are doubts and questions;
for you may be something to learn.
Don't give up when the night is at it's darkest,
for dawn will never come late;
Don't give up when you think you've run your furthest,
the race is almost won.
Don't give up when the coast is the roughest,
for you have almost reached you goal;
Don't give up, for you will never know failure
unless you never try.
**EDIT** I found an English version. It's not an exact translation, but the same idea . . . and it rhymes :)
Don't quit when the tide is lowest,
For it's just about to turn;
Don't quit over doubts and questions,
For there's something you may learn.
Don't quit when the night is darkest,
For it's just a while 'til dawn;
Don't quit when you've run the farthest,
For the race is almost won.
Don't quit when the hill is steepest,
For your goal is almost nigh;
Don't quit, for you're not a failure
Until you fail to try.
Don't quit when the tide is lowest,
For it's just about to turn;
Don't quit over doubts and questions,
For there's something you may learn.
Don't quit when the night is darkest,
For it's just a while 'til dawn;
Don't quit when you've run the farthest,
For the race is almost won.
Don't quit when the hill is steepest,
For your goal is almost nigh;
Don't quit, for you're not a failure
Until you fail to try.
There are times that I feel like I just want to give up on some things, but I know that I'm here and I'm in the middle of it. If I stop trying -- I will fail -- but as long as I keep pushing forward, I will be able to continue on. My Savior is there for me -- carrying me in the darkest times and leading me in all that I do. All I have to do is trust in Him and do my best. I WILL SUCCEED!!!
*Here's the French translation of the Footprints story . . .*
(Photo taken by me in southern France -- 2007)
(Photo taken by me in southern France -- 2007)
EmpreintesUn homme, un soir, eut un rêve. Il rêva qu’il marchait au bord de la mer avec le Seigneur.
Sur le fond du ciel se déroulaient des scènes. Dans chaque scène, il remarquait deux traces parallèles de pas dans le sable. L’une, la sienne, l’autre selle du Seigneur.
Quand la dernière scène de sa vie s’alluma, il se retourna pour revoir les traces de pas sur la grève. Ici et la, sur la route de sa vie, il n’y avait qu’une seule trace de pas. Et ces moments de marche solitaire correspondaient aux heures les plus tristes et les plus déprimantes de sa vie.
Intrigué, il interrogea son compagnon. “Seigneur, quand j’ai décidé de te suivre, tu avais dit que tu marcherais tout le chemin avec moi! Et je vois qu’aux pires périodes de mon existence, il n’y a qu’une seule trace se pas; m’aurais-tu donc abandonné quand justement j’avais le plus besoin de toi?”
“Je t’aime, mon très cher enfant, je t’aime st jamais je ne te laisserais. Une seule trace de pas, oui aux temps les plus difficiles de tes épreuves et de tes souffrances, mais c’est alors que je to portais.”
~Auteur inconnu
It's ok that my life isn't exactly where I thought it would be at this point -- it doesn't mean that my path will be any less fulfilling. In fact, it will probably be more fulfilling than if it went exactly the way I had it planned out in my mind. Heavenly Father really does know best.
Trust.Love.Learn.Live
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