"It is well with my soul!"
Monday we came back to Rafz from our house in Germany-Tiengen. A great and nice surprise was waiting there: My siblings together with some of our nieces, nephews and families and some of our own children had recorded this wonderful song. Matthias, my brother in Ireland, put the pieces together into a nice online choir video. We had to watch and listen to it several times, wiping the tears from our eyes.
I am sure that is why I could sleep so well last night 😉 and could go to the therapy this morning in a well rested manner. For this I am so thankful to the Lord, and for such a wonderful family!
Some impressions attached below …
Thank you, Samuel and Miri: so nice to see you and your lovely kids.
In a way you had been our virtual guests here with us yesterday evening, and you provided us a great joy with this song!
Thank you, Mira, over to the USA, for your singing along! Your daughter is already so grown up – such a pity that we cannot see each other!
Thank you, Bori and Hanna with your loved ones!
So nice that you have thought of me, of us!
Dear Manuel and dear Emily, so nice to see you as family with your kids. You have such a great responsibility and taks and blessing! We raised 5, so we can feel with you.
Dear Yvonne, thank you all for this wonderful song!
It Is Well With My Soul
Horatio Gates Spafford | Philip Paul Bliss; © Words: Public Domain; Music: Public Domain
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
It is well with my soul, It is well, It is well with my soul
Tho’ Satan should buffet Tho’ trials should come
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ hath regarded My helpless estate
And hath shed His own blood For my soul
My sin O the bliss Of this glorious tho’t
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 the 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