When peace like a river attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll, whatever the lot thou hast taught me to say, it is well, it is well with my soul...
Though Satan should buffet though trials shall come, let this blest assurance control that Christ hath regardeth my helpless estate and hath shed his own blood for my soul. It is well, it is well with my soul...
This was written by a Horatio Gates Spafford in 1874 after he had just lost 4 daughters in a shipwreck. Prior to that, he lost his only son to scarlet fever. With his wife and one daughter remaining, he wrote this song.
Can you imagine. We don't need to be happy as I am sure Mr. Spafford wasn't, but things can be well with our soul. In trying to get through this traumatic time, one where I am suffering anxiety like I have never known, it is well with my soul. I am praising God for what he has in store, for all of the blessings he has bestowed on me. I am praising God for the strength to keep praising him even though my heart hurts beyond what I wish I had to handle.
So, today, I ask you to join me in prayer, that no matter our circumstances, that we know and trust that it is well with our souls. God will show the reasons for the things we struggle through at some point in our life. We will realize what we gained when we have lost. I pray for all of us to get through what we are going to, with praises on our lips even if we have tears in our eyes. Praise the Lord!
Hallelujah!
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