Dodgy calligraphy aside, It is well with my soul. Today I celebrate that Jesus died for me, beat death and rose again to everlasting life. It is truly well with my soul. Because of God's extravagant love for me (and you) it doesn't matter what life throws at me because it is all temporary. The worries, hurt and brokenness of this world will one day fall away...and even as I stand in the midst of it, crying out to God, he holds me close, he loves me and I have his unshakeable joy and peace.
This quote is from the hymn of the same title.It is an incredible hymn which never fails to moves me. The author had experienced such heartache but was still able to see God's goodness in his life. You can read his story here, it is well worth a read ... but here are the lyrics of the hymn -
When peace like a river, attends my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, You have taught me to know,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, You have taught me to know,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And has shed His own blood for my soul.
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And has shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
You will whisper your peace to my soul.
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
You will whisper your peace to my soul.
But Lord, it's for You, for Your coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so it is well with my soul.
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so it is well with my soul.
Happy Easter!
