I called my dear friend this morning and asked her to sing for me the old hymn, It Is Well with my Soul. I needed to hear the message of these words as well as her gentle voice singing the message.
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.
In spite of debilitating sadness, it is well with my soul. In spite of watching a broken heart crumble, it is well with my soul. In spite of another medical disappointment, it is well with my soul. Why can I say this?
The competing hummingbirds are so close, I feel the breath of their wings on my cheek. The cool morning breeze ruffles the Japanese Maple’s neon green summer leaves as they hombre into golds and reds. The butterflies dance every where, just every where! The chickens outrageously announce their joy in laying another egg. And Oh, the colors of those eggs ranging from dark chocolate to vanilla bean speckled cream, and one outlying sky blue!
For the next few hours, I will glory in each moment, stiff-arming the hurts to a safe distance. I don’t have the energy to face, much less walk through the hurts today.