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Sunday, December 28, 2008

God's Sovereign Will

I have been blogging about the many people in our church who have been going through trials, especially health related. Today we got word about three of these.

From the pulpit this morning, Pastor Bear announced that they are calling the recovery of John's father, Don, miraculous. He will be transferred to a nursing home. We are praying for another miracle, of salvation, for him.

He also told us that he had been with Ashley and her family yesterday and that Ashley was following the people in the room with her eyes. When he prayed with her, she closed her eyes and then opened them again when he said amen. We are praising God for this progress. We also found out that it is expected that she will have to be in the hospital for a year. Can you imagine that? It brings the scope of what is ahead of her solidly into focus. Pray that God will grow Ashley close to Him through this ordeal.

Finally, Bear told us that our sweet Jessie passed away yesterday. Her husband, Pete, had a mild heart attack from the stress this time has presented to him. Please pray for Pete; he is trying very hard to make decisions that will bring honor to God and are in line with his and Jessie's faith.

We are going to miss Jessie. She had a beautiful faith (I say had, because that faith has been realized!*) and she was always a blessing to be around. The name of Jesus was forever on her lips. The pain she experienced was terrible and it is a great relief to know that it has been replaced with the glorious wonder of being in the presence of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I know she is worshiping Him and basking in His marvelous light.

This hymn was sung at both my sister's and my father's memorial services. I can't help but think of it now. The fourth and fifth verses included on cyberhymnal are unfamiliar but wonderful; this song always ministers to me. Thank you for your prayers.


by Horatio G. Spafford

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,
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 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!


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!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of 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.


Rebecca's post from Saturday is amazingly timely. What she writes about God's sovereign oversight of the trials believers face is exactly in line with what I believe and cling to. Also of note, a friend of mine wrote a review on the Lewis book, A Grief Observed, not long ago; and like Rebecca, she was disturbed by it and came away wondering about his doctrine.

1 comment:

carrots said...

I had never read those two verses of It is Well either. They are beautiful.