Day 10

This morning's devotion was about fully surrendering to God.

I thought about it as I was getting ready this morning and I couldn't get a certain hymn out of my head.

Have you ever heard the story of Horatio Spafford?

He was a successful lawyer and devoted Christian in the mid-1800s. He and his wife had five children and lived in Chicago. Much of their investments were lost in the Chicago fire and their son died shortly before.

Horatio planned a vacation to England for his family to get some reat and to assist D.L. Moody with his work. At the last minute, he was unable to set sail with his wife and four daughters, but he promised to meet them soon.

But well into their journey, their ship was hit and Horatio soon received a cable from his wife that read "Saved alone."

As Horatio traveled across the ocean to meet his wife, the same ocean where his four daughters drowned, he wrote the words to "It Is Well With My Soul."

To me, the words are words of complete surrender and trust in our Creator - no matter what is going on around us - and they were with me all day...

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.

Refrain:
It is well, with my soul,
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!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to 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.