Friday, August 2, 2013

It Is Well...

You can see more beautiful flowers such as these at Moody Gardens, in Galveston, Tx.



Hello, dear Friends....it's been quite a while since I posted anything, but so much has been going on!!!  My goodness! Do you ever feel as if your life is a wee bit out-of-control?? LOL!

I have been a bit under the weather, with that old congestion that is a frequent, though unwelcome guest in my life.... and I've got something wierd going on with my eyes.... they are so red!!  It seemed to start when I changed the type of contac solution I was using??? But we haven't been able to find the kind I've used for 20 yrs with no problem.....and someone told us the company that makes it discontinued it!!! So, I don't know what to do..... Meanwhile.... I look like I've been on a ten day crying jag....

You all know how much I love music.... and a song is on my heart today.... I've been having a rather difficult time lately.... and was starting to wonder "Why?"  Then I thought.... Hmm... what happens when a person simply REFUSES to get down or depressed?  What if they just dig their feet in, and won't go down that road....instead.... they simply CHOOSE to be thankful and Happy, and content and unruffled... going about with a song on their lips and a Praise in their heart as if everything was Wonderful???
And then, I thought, "I bet that makes the enemy of my soul angry and confused! Hehe!" You know, he throws things at me to upset me, but I refuse to remain upset.... instead, I praise the Lord that I love so much No matter what!!!! And those thoughts have led me to this song:

             "It Is Well With My Soul" By Horatio Spafford

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

Thou satan should buffet, though trial should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate
An 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, Oh my soul!