“If at first you don’t succeed, try try again.”
I’m pretty sure everyone has heard this quote at one point or another. I remember seeing it on a poster in my 3rd grade classroom years ago.
Is it sound advice? Yes, I think so.
But in all honesty, I’ve never really lived by this motto, even since birth.
My mom told me the story about when I first started walking. I took a few wobbly steps while hanging onto the table.
But as soon as I let go, I fell.
I was maybe 6-8 months old at the time.
I quickly returned to crawling. It was effective enough and certainly less painful.
Somehow, I ended up learning to walk by the age of 13 months. But my response to failure as a baby has carried on for the last nineteen years.
Growing up, I was always tall. At age 2, I was 3 foot. By the end of Kindergarten, I was 51 inches tall. Maybe that accounts for some of my awkwardness and being so off-balance. Maybe not.
Here’s a confession and regret that I’ve carried throughout life: I can’t ride a bike.
I remember riding a bike with training wheels when I was younger. But I never rode a bike without them. I didn’t like the idea of getting hurt or falling. It just wasn’t worth it.
Today, I’ll ride an exercise bike, but that’s about it.
That fear of failure (and falling) has followed me through life.
I never went on the monkey bars until I was tall enough to reach them from the ground. I’ve never made it the whole way around a skating rink (I nearly wiped out, trying to let go of the rails so a 3-year-old could get around me!) And I’ve never made it to the top of a rock climbing wall, or past the first five steps, for that matter.
Fear of failure doesn’t stop there. It leaks its way into every facet of life.
Anything I struggle with, I quit. Anything that doesn’t come naturally, I quit.
That fashion show in 3rd grade. That computer project in 4th grade. That photography contest in 6th grade.
One try, and if it goes horribly, I’m done. I’ve packed my bags and vowed never to go down that same humiliating road again.
I’ve been told several times to not be a “quitter” and that “can’t” is not a word that should be in my dictionary.
Maybe you’ve struggled with this too?
I’ve given in to the fear of failure time and time again.
But one time, I had a breakthrough.
A few years back, I sent in a blog post to a popular Christian website. It was sent back to me with suggestions for improvements and a list of qualities they wanted to see in articles for their website.
At first, I started going into my cycle of “I quit”. My pride had been crushed.
But then, I began to realize that the feedback was 100% true. There was a lot of room for improvement, so I waited a while, prayed a while, and gave it another try.
Had I quit, I doubt you’d be reading this post today.
What made the difference?
I feel like God has given me talent for writing. (I admit I have absolutely none when it comes to riding bikes or skating!) This is what God’s calling me to do.
The rejected blog post reminded me of my dependency on God. When I tried to write a blog or ride a bike on my own strength, I failed. If God was in it and I gave my best, things went better.
That’s not to say that everything God calls us to do is going to be easy. But with God, all things are possible (Luke 1:37).
As Ephesians 3:20 (NLT) says,
“Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think.”
When we humbly rely on God, we don’t have to be afraid of failing. That doesn’t mean we’ll never hit dead ends or have to try again, but rather that we never have to go it alone.
No matter what the outcome of our situation, God remains the same and our identity in Him remains the same.
What has fear of failure kept you from doing? What do you feel like God is calling you to do?
Summer is a great time to reflect on life and the desires that God has given us. Don’t let fear hold you back from living, like I have for so many years.