It Is Well With My Soul
I will be honest, I am struggling, through the emotions, the enemy’s many fiery darts and our heartbreak, but I know Laurie would remind me that God’s promises have not changed.
It is well with my soul.
Those were the last words I said to my daughter, reminding her of precious memories of her playing that on her flute, and of her pressing her forehead against mine and saying, “Don’t worry about me, Mumzie – It is well with my soul.” 
It Is Well With My Soul by Horatio Spafford
- 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.
- 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 hath 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!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!
- And Lord, haste the day when the 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.

BABBIE MASON
Trust His Heart Lyrics
All things work for our good
Though sometimes we can’t
See how they could
Struggles that break our hearts in two
Sometimes blind us to the truth

Our Father knows what’s best for us
His ways are not our own
So when your pathway grows dim
And you just can’t see Him,
Remember you’re never alone God is too wise to be mistaken
God is too good to be unkind
So when you don’t understand
When don’t see His plan
When you can’t trace His hand
Trust His Heart
He sees the master plan
He holds the future in His hand,
So don’t live as those who have no hope,
All our hope is found in Him.We see the present clearly
But He sees the first and last
And like a tapestry He’s weaving you and me,
To someday be just like Him He alone is faithful and true
He alone knows what is best for you
when you don’t understand
When you don’t see His plan
When you can’t trace His hand
Trust His Heart
Laurel Lee – written into the Lamb’s Book of Life at age 4.
Please pray for me, and for our family.
Category: All Four Sides of MeTags: don't understand, faith, God where are you, God's heart, grief, plan, purpose, struggle, testing, trust, well with my soul, where was God
Delores,
My heart breaks with you. Having just lost our father-in-law, I know the pain can be enormous. I cannot imagine the pain of losing a child, however. Know I am praying for you. Your post and faith in God are beautiful and minister to my heart. Thank you for your faithfulness even in the midst of your pain.
~susan (a fellow Hartliner)
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I’m so sorry for the loss of your child. She was our neighbor growing up and we played with the kids. I passed her most days on the way to and from work. 🙂 I’m sad to know I won’t any longer. I always knew it was her. I’ll always look for her when I pass an old VW. We’ve lost such a great person. The world needs more people like this family.
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Kristy
Thank you for sharing you sweet memories and for your kind words. Were you her neighbors in Adams?
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Terri
Sometimes i love a song for the words or the melody but it is difficult to grasp that these well loved words came from such sorrow. Tho the enemy would tell me I am alone in my sorrow it has been sadly apparent that many mothers have suddenly lost a child. Thank you for sharing your friendship and this great reminder of real trust
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My prayers are with you and your family. What a beautiful tribute you posted of your daughter.
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Linda, Thank you for your precious prayers. We covet them. This has got to be the hardest time of my life.
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