This week, while I was struggling to contend for joy and thanksgiving, the hymn, “It is Well With My Soul” by Haratio Spafford was bubbling up inside of me.
I went to YouTube to play it and sing along and I stumbled across this version, sung by Brian Doerksen. I sat there with tears streaming down my face feeling quite humbled. I had heard of the history behind the writing of this hymn, but seeing it right there with real photos was quite touching.
I was cut to the heart with shame over the petty things I had let frustrate me and render me barren of thanksgiving. How could someone suffer such horrible loss pen such beautiful words, while I wallowed in self-pity?
I repented. I began to give thanks with new vigor after this.
Continuing on with the counting . . .
- a fresh word
- determination to win this battle
- praise report about Joanne
- playing the ‘Southern Belle”
- giggling children
- heart shaped Salisbury steak
- blessing of training children
- getting organized
- being organized
- being a mom
- snuggly nap
- memorized all of Ephesians 1
- beginning Ephesians 2
- bad dreams that remind me that my life is amazing
- struggles ALL morning
- clean house, for now
- making bread
- sweet children
- teaching “joyful obedience”
- responding with gentleness (surprise!)
- forgiving because they know not what they do
- warm heater at my feet
- a little girl’s halting reading as she learns
- the wonder of being young and learning new things
- the wonder of being old and learning new things
- seeing change in my heart
- doing the ‘to-do’ list
- clean dresser
- 1 John 3
- husband waking me up each morning
- worship time each morning
- dreams, again
- maybe, sorta understanding ‘coming full circle’
- learning to cry out
- sweet fellowship with sweet family