It is Well With My Soul

The old hymn - kicked up a notch by Todd Agnew - really holds true for me. Whatever my lot, you have taught me to say 'it is well, it is well with my soul'. I can't say it any better than Mr. Horatio Spaford did 133 years ago.

I have weathered some storms - some that many people in the same situation have hung it up. In fact, I tried. But I made it through, and only by the Lord's peace.

I called on your name, O LORD, from the depths of the pit. You heard my plea: "Do not close your ears to my cry for relief." You came near when I called you, and you said, "Do not fear." O Lord, you took up my case; you redeemed my life.

Lamentations 3:55-58, NIV

My pit was bipolar disorder. The depths of the pit was wanting to join Him as quickly as I could (read: enditol - suicide).

But by honestly seeking Him and His Presence in my life, I have escaped the pit. He said, "Do not fear". He redeemed my life.

When the future looks dark and scary, I can turn to Him and feel peace. When it seems as if it just can't get any worse, I look to Him and see the blessings. When I feel like I just can't go on, I find motivation in Him.

When peace like a river attends my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot
You have taught me to say,
"It is well, it is well with my soul"

My sin, O 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!

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!
It is well, it is well with my soul!