So, last week we got some pretty bad news. I feel like we’re going through the stages of grief… we’ve been through denial, anger and bargaining and we’re camping out in depression right now. Probably not a good place to be and we’re praying it passes fast and that we can accept what’s going on. But it’s no fun. We’re so thankful for friends who will listen when we need them to and talk about totally random, unrelated things when we need a break or a mood lifter. And, of course, we’re super blessed to have this crazy boy who makes us laugh all the time. And for friends who get us American things like Dr. Pepper and chewy runts. I don’t think I’ve ever had something like this happen. I’ve never been given news that would directly impact my life without being part of the decision. I know this is coming out really secretive and whatnot, but we’re not ready to share the gory details, and we may never be. But for now, I just keep singing to myself as God reminds me that if He takes such good care of the birds and the flowers, he’ll take care of us. Let tomorrow worry for itself.
When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
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.
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!
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.
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.