My favorite Hymn is ‘It Is Well with My Soul’ by Horatio G. Spafford. My eyes welled up with tears the first time I heard it sung. Christ, Who is with me in my suffering, extends me ‘peace like a river’ to calm my soul. He alone guides me, teaching me to let go of my loss and trust Him with it.

I am continually humbled by His Love for me. He loves me even when no one else does. He walks with me every single day, giving me strength with every breath I take.

“Sorrows like sea billows roll’ reveals in life our sorrows will be interspersed with moments of joy. Trials will come and some may remain for a time. No matter the length of time, life is a vapor, here for a season of time and then it is gone.

Family and friends are treasures of the heart, not to be taken for granted, but cherished. Christ has regarded our helpless estate, removing every bit of sin from us, indeed nailing it to the cross.

Our Hope then, lies in the truth that Jesus has indeed died in our place, and losing loved ones is a temporary separation. We will be reunited in His Time and according to His Will.

Our faith shall be sight, and until then, It is indeed ‘Well with My Soul’.

It was February 8, 1973. I turned 17 in physical years, but in fact, I became older than my years. The day was cold, and I had cut school to be with my mom.

She sat in the living room chair. The expression on her face was one of sorrow, a broken heart. Death was inching closer every moment. I knelt beside her and kissed her gently on her hand.

Tears flowed from our eyes and not a word was spoken. Mom suddenly laughed. The type of laugh that reveals the defeat life had handed her. Dreams broken. The family she had turned their backs on her. Selfish. unforgiving. She was now alone with me. The child that was almost taken from her twice.

I helped her up and tended to her needs. Got her into bed, covered her up, and sat next to her holding her hand, and gently wiping the tears that flowed down her beautiful rosy cheeks.

All six of her children should have been there for her, taking turns to care for her and soak up the last remaining moments she had to give us. But only one showed up. I love my mom to this very day. I miss her so.

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