A new season is opening up for me.The tablets having kicked in, I feel like the old (new??) me and am bursting with energy and joy again. This is really not of me, as my life circumstances haven't changed that much; the Lord is doing something new in me: in my mind, in my heart, in my whole being, and I praise Him for His grace, as well as for modern medicine...without which I would be a continuous wreck!!
Oh I still feel weary, irritable, impatient at times, angry at other times, short fused all too often, and mostly totally inadequate. So what's changed? God is allowing me to see beyond it, and placing His strength and His joy in me, so I can get through each day and still have hope.
Some of us involved in worship leading at our church started watching a DVD series on songwriting for worship last night. As this is an area that I have been wanting to explore for a long time, I felt I should go along and learn. Believe me, right now I really do not believe that I am a songwriter in any way, shape or form. I love experimenting with different chords on the piano, and I love playing with words, but beyond that, what do I know?? It seems, however, that He is stirring something in me; about 18 months ago a couple of dear friends felt the Lord was going to 'give me some songs'...
And now, my prayer is that He would place on my lips a new song. Or two. Or hundreds! Not so that it might be sung in church, but so that I might discover new ways of praising Him, with my own words...and that He would be pleased with my worship.
I am so inspired by the story of how this famous hymn came into being. This is my desire also, that through pain and sorrow as well as the good times, I should be able to sing "it is well with my soul".
And now, my prayer is that He would place on my lips a new song. Or two. Or hundreds! Not so that it might be sung in church, but so that I might discover new ways of praising Him, with my own words...and that He would be pleased with my worship.
I am so inspired by the story of how this famous hymn came into being. This is my desire also, that through pain and sorrow as well as the good times, I should be able to sing "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 blessed assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with 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!
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with 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.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Horatio G. Spafford, 1873-
(The words to 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.
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 was inspired to write these words.)
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