It is Well

This week has had some unexpected challenges. Tuesday morning I awoke to banging on our door. I went downstairs to find someone in our house who told me that the hallway, our condo and some neighbors were experiencing flooding. By the way, the flooding started from our downstairs toilet! One of those times when I just wanted to curl into a ball and forget about life for a little bit. That afternoon we attended the funeral of an amazing woman, who happened to be Scott's godmother. She was a woman of prayer and loved songs of praise. As we sang "Shout to the Lord" during the funeral, I became teary-eyed thinking of how stressed my life has been over the past several months, yet through it all, Jesus is still my Savior and with me at all times. It was comforting.
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.