It is well....

Yesterday I was sitting in our office waiting on my computer to re-start and looked up on the bookshelf and saw my old journals from college. Occasionally, I'll sit for hours looking and reading back through them...Most of the time it makes me sad because I feel like my relationship with the Lord is so much weaker than it was in college. BUT yesterday I was very encouraged. I came upon a page where I had written down the hymn "It Is Well." This hymn has so much meaning in my life, and I have treasured it dearly over the last 8 years. When I've gone through trials and basically been down, this hymn has given me encouragement. I can remember driving back to college from my grandmother's funeral...It was a sad time because it happened so fast and my emotions were going crazy. I was mad, sad, hurt...I didn't know what to think or where to turn and this song came on the radio and I remember wishing that I could just play it over and over because it gave me hope, and made me realize that the Lord was with me....That I was loved and that my grandmother was with Him. It's funny because those same emotions and thoughts came back to me last night...

Our friends Julie and Caleb just welcomed their first child, Jude into this world. We took dinner to them last night and got to see the little handsome man. Caleb was telling us about his first experience with Jude and how he looked up at him and grabbed his finger with a tight grip. I'm a crier..I cry if I see someone happy or sad, but I had to fight back the tears last night because all I could think about was will that be me and Kaz someday. Will we be able to experience that? All of these thoughts and emotions flooded through my spirit but as we were leaving the house I remember my journal and what I saw that day....It is Well, It is Well, It is Well. The Lord is good and has a perfect plan...

I would love to know if there are any ways that I can pray for you...Maybe your spirits down or you're just going through a trial of your own please email me so that I lift your request up to our Lord. So I leave you with this...

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.

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.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.