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.
I have just experienced a great loss. My husband of 44 years has crossed the threshold into glory, after an unexpected sickness which was not supposed to be fatal, but which nevertheless proved to be in his case.
The expectation of the world is that I would fall apart; that I could not function; that the depth of my grief would make life unbearable, unendurable, and insane.
Yes, I am grieving. Yes, it hurts to wake up in the morning to the empty space in my bed. Yes, that hurts almost worst of all. Sorrows, like sea billows, roll.
But, peace like a river attends my way. This is the peace that surpasses all understanding, in that, after such a great loss, people aren’t supposed to be doing well. It makes no sense to human logic. But the Prince of Peace dwells with me, and in me, and His presence, and His peace, is tangible. I have calmed and quieted my soul.
I do not grieve as one who has no hope. I will be fine, held tight in the palm of my Father’s hand.
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