Saturday, September 12, 2015

Thankful Thursday // It Is Well With My Soul

Since I've recently ascertained that I don't have as much time to focus on detailed and lengthy blog posts like I once was able to, I thought that I might create a little series of posts to (try) to post weekly (I'm hoping to be a bit less lethargic with this series, unlike a few others which I have so terribly neglected . . .)
Over this past year I have been so incredibly blessed, I can't even begin to explain to you what wondrous things I have beheld.  With this series of posts, I'll introduce to you the things I am thankful for on a daily basis.  Doing this will keep me on thankful-track, as well as give me a better perspective in life.
 
"Thankful Thursday"
"Hem your blessings with thankfulness so that they don't unravel." 
 
Today I am thankful for . . .
 
- a cup of rejuvenating and relaxing tea
- granted blessings
- the companionship of my wonderful husband
- an abundance of pickles in the refrigerator
- cozy cardigans for the chilly days
- lemonade
- the book of psalms
- chocolate banana smoothies
 
 
Hymn of the Day //
 
It Is Well With My Soul
 
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.
 
Though Satan should buffet, though 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—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 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.



 

1 comment:

"Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones." - Proverbs 16:24