It Is Well With My Soul
The title to this post is from the hymn with the same name. It was written by a man, Horatio G. Spatford, who through a series of unfortunate events lost his business, then his 4 daughters in a shipwreck so that just he and his wife remained. It is at this time he penned the words the the hymn we all know.
The reason I’ve posted this story is because of a dream I had the night of 06/29/2016. In the dream I seemed to be in some sort of worship service. While there my attention was drawn to a young frail looking woman. The woman was worshipping the Lord with every ounce of strength she possessed. I remember talking to her and I noticed a large growth at the base of her neck. I questioned her about it and she told mr that it was a melanoma and that she was dying. She also told me that she woild be leaving young children behind after her death. She never said if she was married or not. Despite all this she did not complain nor did she grumble. Instead she was worshipping the Lord with every ounce of her strength that the cancer hadn’t robbed her of. She never asked me to pray for her. She wasn’t worried about what was going to happen to her chikdren after death. She was engaged in worship with every fiber of her being as I previously stated.
I will close this with a qyote from the prophet Habakkuk.
Hab 3:17 — Hab 3:18
A Hymn of Faith
Though the fig tree may not blossom,
Nor fruit be on the vines;
Though the labor of the olive may fail,
And the fields yield no food;
Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,
And there be no herd in the stalls—
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.
Lord help us all so that we may be of the same heart and mind when the hour of testing comes upon us.