It Is Well

Please run now to meet her, and say to her, ‘Is it well with you? Is it well with your husband? Is it well with the child?’ ”
And she answered, “It is well.”

2nd Kings 4:26 NKJV

In the natural realm, it was not well. Her son was dead. However, she had set her face like flint - with unwavering determination to accomplish the task of reaching the prophet, prophesying over her situation, "It is well." And God made it so.

Fast-forward to our 19th Century Job - Mr. Horatio Spafford - who lost his fortune and his 4-year-old son to fever and a year later, his four daughters to shipwreck. He couldn't fly to be with his bereft wife within a day, but rather had to board another ship that would take a minimum of 3 weeks before reaching his wife's side. In the middle of the weight of his grief and sorrow, he penned the words to one of the most well-known hymns, "It is well." 

One lived. One died. Both wrought the same response, "It is well." How can that be? Relationship. You have to KNOW Who your Savior is: beyond the superficial, way down DEEP. Then when life overwhelms you, you can say with conviction, "It is well with my soul."

Prayer:

Father,

           We pray a part of Shelly Duffer's prayer - It is the assurance that You see and know and regard my estate that controls my fear. It is in the knowing that You shed Your blood for my sins. My sins. My numerous, numerous sins. You provide specific consideration. You consider my helplessness. My need for Your sacrifice. My inability to ever pay the debt that I owe. And this is blessed assurance. This is confidence. God, please. Grant me the grace of confidence that I am Yours. In Jesus' Name we pray. Amen

Lyrics in full:

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Refrain:
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 hath 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!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when the 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.

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