Fast forward to Friday morning when we learned that the coffee shop had been broken into during the night. It was one of those moments when I just felt defeated and ready to quit. As we drove home from Scott's parents' house, I began to dwell on all the hard struggles from this past year. I questioned whether the struggles are God's way of saying I'm on the wrong path or whether it is all a spiritual attack trying to get me away from the right path or whether it's just life and I need to grow through it all.
Despite the tragedies I can see how much worse things could have been. They make life uncomfortable and unpleasant, but they haven't destroyed me. I'm weak. I'm weary. BUT I'm still in it.
This week I was reminded of the song, "It is Well."
When peace, like a river, attendeth my soul,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
When 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.
No matter what comes, Jesus has taught me to say "It is well." I may not feel it right away. I may have to remind myself many times. BUT it is well.