A feeling of panic began to rise up deep within me. “I have to know now!” Tears began to flow, again. I started praying. “Lord Jesus, please surround us with Your peace. God, I need Your peace right now.” Immediately words from a song began to filter through my mind and calm my soul.
When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot
Thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul
A few hours later we got the word that our precious baby was in heaven with Jesus.
As the days went by and life tried to return to normal I continued to sense the peace of God surrounding me. It was beyond understanding. I can't explain it, it was there.
A few weeks later, on a Sunday morning, I happened to come across an article written by Ann Voskamp that really spoke to my heart.
All
that matters, Lord, is that it is well with my soul.
It
may not be well with our bodies, the sink, the laundry,
the
work, the wallet, the week ahead, or the world,
but
it is well with our soul because...
Your
grace touch is salve enough for our wounds.
Your
certain hope is water enough for our parched places.
Your
unfailing arms are more than welcome enough for our rest.
So
it is well with my soul and that is why all is well,
why
even now, even we are well.
-Ann
Voskamp
I
read it and reread it. It was perfect. I read it to Shawn and we
talked about it. Yes, that's exactly it. I can say it is well with my
soul, because God's arms are holding us. I continued on with my
morning, made a cup of coffee, and Shawn turned on the radio. The
first words of the song that was playing was... “It is well, it is
well with my soul.” I stared at the radio and Shawn exclaimed,
“That's the song!!” You can't explain it. It was no coincidence.
In fact, it wasn't even the famous hymn by Philip Bliss that was
playing, it was a song by Kristene DiMarco and she had penned that
famous phrase into her song. We had turned on the radio at the exact
moment of that song to hear those words, “It is well, it is well
with my soul.” God ordained that moment. He created it, and made
sure everything was exactly in place at the right time. His hand was
clearly upon us that morning. The experience left me in awe of God's
love for me. He loves me so much, and I am so undeserving. Too often
I fail to praise Him or forget to spend time with Him or complain
about silly things that don't go my way. His love is faithful. My
disobedience and negligence doesn't change or diminish His love for
me.
God
is indeed so very good. His presence, His peace, His love, His
faithfulness, is beyond understanding. I can't explain it.
“May
Christ through your faith [actually] dwell (settle down, abide, make
His permanent home) in your hearts! May you be rooted deep in love
and founded securely on love. That you may have the power and be
strong to apprehend and grasp with all the saints [God's devoted
people, the experience of that love] what is the breadth, and length,
and height and depth of it. [That you may really come] to know
[practically, through experience for yourselves] the love of Christ
which far surpasses mere knowledge [without experience]: that you may
be filled [through all your being] unto all the fullness of God [may
have the richest measure of the divine Presence, and become a body
wholly filled and flooded with God Himself]!” (Ephesians 3:17-19
amplified)
Chew
on that for awhile.
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