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Sunday, January 24, 2010

IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL

I was reminded of this hymn by my friend Julie whose young son Westin is going through a very tough battle with cancer. And it also reminds me of to BE STILL AND KNOW I AM GOD (Renee's mandate to those of us who are praying for David's rescue.)

I thought I would share with you the history behind this song and its author Horatio Spafford (I got this information from Wikipedia-
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It_Is_Well_with_My_Soul)



IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL

This hymn was written after several traumatic events in Spafford’s life. The first was the death of his only son in 1871, shortly followed by the great Chicago Fire which ruined him financially (he had been a successful lawyer). Then in 1873, he had planned to travel to Europe with his family on the S.S. Ville du Havre, but sent the family ahead while he was delayed on business concerning zoning problems following the Great Chicago Fire. While crossing the Atlantic, the ship sank rapidly after a collision with a sailing ship, the Loch Earn, and all four of Spafford's daughters died. His wife Anna survived and sent him the now famous telegram, "Saved alone." Shortly afterwards, as Spafford traveled to meet his grieving wife, he was inspired to write these words as his ship passed near where his daughters had died.


So it is my hope that you can come to terms with what is going on with our friend David and come to a point that you can say IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL!

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 "It is well, it is well with my soul

Tho Satan should buffet , tho trials should come, Let this blest assurance control.
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin O the bliss of the 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!

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!

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