It is well with my soul : Our eternal hope no matter what pain and grief befall us on earth
Posted Apr 15 2009 11:33pm
Today, I was re-reading the following devotional from CH Spurgeon and reminded of how blessed it is to belong to our Lord. God's promise is that IT is well with the righteous always.
I am thankful to God that it is well with us always because we have a God Who loved us and is in control of everything. And God is working all things for His glory and our good (Romans 8:28).
Thank God that I can have this great comfort as I walk with our Lord Jesus Christ daily. In all the ups and downs in life, in sickness and in wellness, in weakness and in strength, it is well with my soul. What a mercy!
May you too find much encouragement in this precious promises of God.
“Say ye to the righteous, that it shall be well with him.” Isaiah 3:10
IT is well with the righteous always.
If it had said, “Say ye to the righteous, that it is well with him in his prosperity,” we must have been thankful for so great a boon, for prosperity is an hour of peril, and it is a gift from heaven to be secured from its snares:
or if it had been written, “It is well with him when under persecution,” we must have been thankful for so sustaining an assurance, for persecution is hard to bear;
but when no time is mentioned, all time is included.
God’s “shalls” must be understood always in their largest sense. From the beginning of the year to the end of the year, from the first gathering of evening shadows until the day-star shines, in all conditions, and under all circumstances, it shall be well with the righteous.
It is so well with him that we could not imagine it to be better, for he is well fed, he feeds upon the flesh and blood of Jesus; he is well clothed, he wears the imputed righteousness of Christ; he is well housed, he dwells in God; he is well married, his soul is knit in bonds of marriage union to Christ; he is well provided for, for the Lord is his Shepherd; he is well endowed, for heaven is his inheritance.
It is well with the righteous—well upon divine authority; the mouth of God speaks the comforting assurance.
O beloved, if God declares that all is well, ten thousand devils may declare it to be ill, but we laugh them all to scorn. Blessed be God for a faith which enables us to believe God when the creatures contradict Him.
It is, says the word, at all times well with thee, thou righteous one; then, beloved, if thou canst not see it, let God’s word stand thee in stead of sight; yea, believe it on divine authority more confidently than if thine eyes and thy feelings told it to thee.
Whom God blesses is blest indeed, and what His lip declares is truth most sure and steadfast.
I am also reminded of the hymn written by Horation Spafford "It is well with my soul".
This hymn was written after two major traumas in Spafford’s life. The first was the great Chicago Fire of October 1871, which ruined him financially (he had been a wealthy businessman). Shortly after, while crossing the Atlantic, all four of Spafford’s daughters died in a collision with another ship. Spafford’s wife Anna survived and sent him the now famous telegram, “Saved alone.” Several weeks later, as Spafford’s own ship passed near the spot where his daughters died, he wrote the words to the hymn "It is Well with My Soul". They speak to the eternal hope that all believers have, no matter what pain and grief befall them on earth.
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.
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.
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Thanks for your encouragement. Take care and have a blessed day!
Warm Regards, Nancie
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