More often then not we hear bad things on the news. It is nice to hear a touching news story every once in awhile. If you are able to; watch this short clip…

http://abcnews.go.com/WN/american-heart-neighbors-morgan-mill-texas/story?id=10323278

This woman and her family experienced a tragedy which changed their lives forever in a blink of an eye. Brandi has amazing strength that I only hope that I would have in her situation. Not only does she have faith that she and her family will be ok; but she also expresses concern for the man who randomly picked her as his victim.

At the end of the clip; words from Brandi’s favorite hymn are quoted. “It Is Well With My Soul” happens to be my favorite hymn as well.

This song was written by Horatio G. Spafford but has been sung in many churches and recorded by many artists. In 1873, Spafford sent his wife and four daughters (his son had died a few years before) to England and he was going to follow them soon after. When their ship collided with another ship and sunk; all four of his daughters died. His wife miraculously survived. After hearing the news; Spafford immediately got on a ship to meet his wife. At some point during the voyage; the captain called him to the bridge and told him that they were passing over where his daughter’s ship had wrecked. Horatio wrote “It Is Well With My Soul” when he went back to his cabin. (To read a more details see here.)

The lyrics to this song have brought me comfort many, many times. They are a reminder that we should be looking toward heaven even when things here on earth go horribly wrong. Jesus will bring you comfort if you lean on him during your times of sorrow.

“Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.” Psalm 42:11

“It Is Well With My Soul” Sung by: 4 Him

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.

Refrain:
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!

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.