It Is Well With My Soul...

(Sorry it's not so Wordless this week :)

My Dad and Niece. They were both diagnosed recently with rare conditions. My father was originally diagnosed with Liposarcomas and now its something to do with the adrenals. My Niece was originally diagnosed with Acute Leukemia and since then has been diagnosed with Acute Aplastic Anemia. This picture is really a special one to us. (You can see my niece has a wrap of sorts on her hand. That is from all the blood transfusions)

Dad is going in for surgery tomorrow. To have the tumor like masses removed from his abdomen. This is a very intense, serious, and risky surgery. We have great hope and faith that God is in complete control.

My niece is starting Chemo in the next 10 days, then a transplant. She will be turning four in a couple of weeks.

We all know that we were never promised life to be easy..or even fair. However, with God.. there is a peace that passeth all our understandings.. Which even in the hard times.. there is a joy...and a quiet peace.. that causes our hearts to cry.. "It is Well With My Soul" We know that all things work together for good.. For God's purpose.

(Rom. 8:28)

Thank you so much for all of your prayers...

One of my favorite Hymns...

IT IS WELL

by Horatio G. Spafford, 1873

1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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!
4. 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.
5. 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!
6. 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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