It is Well

In my studies this morning I felt a real encouragement from God. As we try to figure out our housing situation, we are both feeling stretched and stressed. Again, yesterday we had another plumbing failure. I'm getting tired of this. But today as I read in Philippians 4 is was encouraged by the following: v4 Rejoice in the Lord always. Again I will say, rejoice! The notes in my study bible made it even clearer, that Paul was not saying to rejoice when all is well, but to rejoice in the trials we face because we know God is using those situations to improve our character. And of course, who can forget v6-7 Be anxious in nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. This brings to my mind, my favorite hymn of all time: It Is Well With My Soul by Horatio G. Spafford. When I think on the story of Horatios life, it makes my trials pale in comparison. I have not lost children to tragedy, however, when I think on these words I am encouraged in knowing that God knows our hearts and struggles. And it is well with my soul.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
Refrain:
It is well, with my soul,
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 hath 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!

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
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy 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!

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.