It is Well, It is Well with my Soul…

Each new day I am reminded of the loss of my precious baby Promise and of all the “what could’ve beens.” 💔

Yet, with each new day, my heart sings these words a little louder: “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.”

Because somehow, in some way, God holds every piece of my heart and desires in His loving hands and maybe it’s within that reality that my heart is calmed a little more each day as the silent tears of a broken heart fill His nail-pierced hands.

Maybe it is in knowing that He spoke the world into existence that will carry me through the barrenness of my womb.

Or maybe it will be in knowing that He knows the end from the beginning.

Or maybe it will be in knowing that His way is perfect and He only gives good gifts, even when it doesn’t feel like a good gift.

Maybe, just maybe.

Even still, whatever the lot He has chosen for me, my heart will whisper, “it is well, it is well with my soul.”