That hymn has been rolling in and out of my head over the past week.
I'd like to sit in the middle of this foggy field at dusk and meet with Jesus. In the midst of my first, full wedding season, I'm in need of a little peace right now. I drove past it this evening, turned around, and snapped a picture of my peace for this week.
What brings you peace?
"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.
Though 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.
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!
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.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul."
*I highly recommend downloading Chris Rice's version of this song.*
I'd like to sit in the middle of this foggy field at dusk and meet with Jesus. In the midst of my first, full wedding season, I'm in need of a little peace right now. I drove past it this evening, turned around, and snapped a picture of my peace for this week.
What brings you peace?
"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.
Though 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.
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!
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.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul."
*I highly recommend downloading Chris Rice's version of this song.*

























