Uncertanty in Trials – Can I really Stand This Lord?

These last few years especially 2012-2013 have been extremely rough.  But this past year has been almost unbearable.  At times I find myself repeating It is well with my soul over and over again.  The words of this famous classic transcend time and manage to whisper its melody quietly to my soul.

This song was written by Horatio G. Spafford after losing all of his children and his business.
As he rode the waves on a ship to take him to his grieving wife he penned these powerful lyrics When sorrow like sea billows roll; it is well, it is well with my soul.  

And so today as we encounter loss of life, disease, unbearable trails, depression or financial loss, we can look towards heaven amidst the sea of violent waves and proclaim It is well with my soul.

I do not know when trouble will cease or when good health will be restored but I know that my Redeemer lives and He is with me.
I know that like the apostle Paul I must boldly confess “I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. I can do all things through him who strengthens me.”
The last part is the key to learning to be content in every situation.  It is understanding that we can do all the things the Father has placed before us if we allow His power to make us strong.
That does not mean that I will not break down and cry or feel pain in my illness or suffer.
No beloved friends, it means that while I am in the valley of darkness He is with me.  He walks beside me so I can endure through His strength.

In my strength, I can only be irritable, depressed, angry and fearful.  In His strength, I can find peace, solace, joy, and hope.

The road is not always easy when constant suffering is involved, but we know that God uses greatly those who go through His school of suffering.
When we suffer we are closer to His heart, we are more human and we depend on Him more.

Let us suffer then, with Him beside us and sing:

  1. 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,Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,

    • It is well, it is well, with my soul.
  2. Let this blest assurance control,
    That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
    And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
  3. 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!
  4. 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.
  5. 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!
  6. 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.