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Is It Really Well?- Psalm 30:5

Probably ten thousand times in my life people have asked me "How are you doing?" I usually reply, "Fine." Lots of times I am lying! My dad always seems to have some witty reply when asked the same question, like "any better and I'd be dangerous," or the ever famous Dr. Richard Holden response "Better than I deserve." I think you get the picture. In II Kings 4:23 the faithful woman from Shunem replied when asked, "It is well." Yeah...riiiight. Folks, things were horrible- her son was dead. This one was not one of many either, in fact, it was her only child, born of an aged husband. This boy was fulfillment of a prophecy of the man of God(vs.16). He was the promised son to a barren mother. He was a miracle child, and now he was dead. Things were not fine, or even good, IT WAS A CATASTROPHE! I think for the past two days I have tried to believe "it is well," but I just haven't been able to. God knows our history, our present circumstances and the future outcome of every situation we face in life. Things have looked rough for the past few weeks. But I am assured as a dear child of God, "It shall be well," remember..."weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning," Psalms 30:5b

Published Tuesday, January 23, 2007 10:40 AM by Uncle Jesse

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# re: Is It Really Well?- Psalm 30:5@ Tuesday, January 23, 2007 2:08 PM

"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.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blessed assurance control,
That Christ has 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!

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.