It Is Well with My Soul

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.

This song, It Is Well, has been on my heart today. All day. It keeps spilling out of me whatever I am doing. 

I woke up this morning, did devos, and let my day start slowly. At 9 I was at work--singing. At 9:30 I was at work, still singing, but about to break down from exhaustion. At 10:15 I was told to make a phone call and go home because as they had told me three times already I looked "dead on my feet" and I refused to sit and be paid for it. Good stuff. So I went home, still singing "it is well with my soul."

This weekend has been hard. Don't get me wrong, it was great. I had a wonderful time with friends, I don't mind hard work, and we got so much done. But for me, it was more than my body could handle. By the end Saturday I couldn't physically lift half the weight I could on Thursday, and today (Monday) it was all I could do to keep the tears from my eyes as I struggled to do the fairly simple tasks of filling napkins, washing dishes, and running the register. 

But there's something about today that I want you all to know about. It is well with my soul. It is. There's nothing about the strain of this weekend, the trials of life, or anything else that can cause my soul to be unwell. 

Even when I don't have control of my tears or my legs, my soul is still well. 

*Tiny disclaimer here* Yes, there are times when our souls are unwell. I know that. But it isn't life and trials that cause that. It is the times that we stop giving our lives and our trials to God that our souls give way. 

Yeah, I'm tired. I'm completely exhausted. Spent. All gone. Whatever word you want to put on it to say I have nothing left will work just fine, thank you. But I have a peace that comes from knowing that the God I live for has it all under control. Even though I don't understand how He can do what He has planned with me when my best is less than half as good as normal (and I still have a hard time believing my usual best is enough) I know that He has it. God's got it. Though I am worn--worn out--it is well with my soul.

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.