When peace like a river attendeth my way, when sorrow like sea billows roll,
What ever my lot, thou has taugh me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul.
My sin oh the bliss of that glorious thought, My sin NOT IN PART BUT THE WHOLE,
IS NAILED TO THE CROSS, AND I BEAR IT NO MORE, It is well, it is well, with my soul.
And Lord, Haste the day, when my faith shall be sight, the clouds be rolled back like a scroll.
The trumpet shall resound and the Lord shall decend...praise the Lord, it is well with my soul.
What comfort those words give me...what peace in the middle of this storm. Every mother who has lost a child understands how sorrow rolls over her soul like the huge waves in the sea. As one who believes in Jesus and finished work of the cross, I rejoice that the day is coming, when I will be reunited with Jason in the presence of Jesus. Because of that truth, and that alone, even on the days when my heart is breaking and I think that the pain of this loss will cause my heart to simply stop, I can look to the sky and say, Lord, it is well with my soul. The challenge is trying to wrap this very earthly, mother's mind around the fact that her son will never walk thru her door, or hug her neck, or simply say, I love you, Mom. I will never stop missing Jason until the day God takes me home. But I do not grieve as one who has no hope, and it is that hope that sustains me in my darkest hours of grief. How can I ever express my gratitude to my Heavenly Father for the gift of eternal life thru Jesus? The only way I know how....I will trust Him> I will trust that He will never leave me or forsake me and that the child that I love so dearly is safe in his presence..that being said....it is well, it is well with my soul.
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