(#31Days) Ending Well

  
I studied English Literature in college (don’t laugh, I’m quite employable!). I specifically studied British Literature. There are some iconic moments in that literature, this being one of them:

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. ~A Tale of Two Cities, Dickens

Reading back over the last month it feels like the very perfect summary of why I engaged once again in this writing project to sit, focus and reflect on one subject for a whole month.

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

It really is the best of times. Our family is moving into our first home, we are welcoming a baby girl into our midst soon and I am getting to work with some exciting organizations where I live. There is so much to be grateful for.

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

It also feels like the worst of times at the very same moment. Seeing my family struggle with health and hope, seeing children and families near and dear to us still wading through the foster care system endlessly, to see the approach of winter and everything around us dying, it all seems so dark, so hollow.

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

This is the beauty of Hope. Of Good News. This life comes with both the good and the bad. No one person lives in all good or all bad all the time.

I won’t deny that maybe it looks that way on the outside or it feels that way on the inside but it is the one point of humanity we can’t deny.

When we stop to tell our stories, to share, to celebrate, to commiserate, to encourage, to give, to receive, we realize, we are all broken. Yet, there is hope.

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Every week our pastor says that we are in a world that is “Fallen, frail and fractured” but that we live in HOPE of being restored, redeemed.

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Wherever you have found yourself this month can I encourage you to keep going? Keep sitting with the joy and working through the pain. Tenderly keep the one body, soul and mind that you have been given.

Sit down at the end of the day and find one thing you can be grateful for. Just one. When finding one thing becomes too easy look for two and then three.

Let the knowledge of HOPE make all well with your soul. I journey with you.

#Write31Days

It Is Well With My Soul
Horatiao Spafford

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.

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 hath 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 the 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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