Faith 52 {It is well… }

This week instead of a verse this week for the Faith 52 project, we were to interpret an old hymn, and not just any old hymn, on of my favorites.

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, 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!
Blessèd hope, blessèd 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.

The history of this hymn is so amazing (Ho­ra­tio G. Spaf­ford, 1873.).  You can read all about it by clicking here. I can’t sing this song with out crying… ever.  I still hear my Grandma Eubanks’ sweet alto voice every time.  She was a beautiful lady that didn’t live long enough to see any of us grandkids even graduate high school.  I have some great memories with her though, and this song brings them back to me every time.

This last week was a tough one emotionally…. It has been my goal with my art to bring others to see Gods beauty and truth with my images, when in fact I finally realized that He has been working on me.  I see it, in the fresh snow, in the strong winds, in the beautiful golden evening light, and in the colorful sunset.  I see it in the faces of my own kids, and in the beauty of a family and the relationships I see in them during a session I am photographing, and in the miracle of a new born baby, and in he laughter of a toothless 6 year old.  He is working on me.   Revealing Himself to me over and over and over again.  I can’t please everyone, and I don’t… I fall short no matter how hard I try {I am human}.  I really needed this hymn and it’s words to soak in and allow me to say, “It is well…It is well with my soul.”

The snow brought me the peace and comfort I needed. Through nature I am especially drawn to Him. 

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