It Is Well
I feel the nudge deep in my soul; the one I get when I have words that need to be written. And as I sit down at my desk, I prayerfully ask Him to help me with what needs to be said. As I place my hands on the keyboard, the song, It Is Well is playing. It’s then I realize something that could be easily missed had I been distracted by the day. I think about the story behind the words being sung, and what Mr. Spafford must have been feeling as he penned them. I can relate to his feelings of loss; especially today. And maybe just me sitting down at the keyboard was all I was supposed to do. That maybe, I don’t have anything that needs to be said, but He does. I needed to be obedient to that still, small voice to sit and just listen. That maybe, the nudge wasn’t for me to write something out, but to listen and allow Him to pour into me. To answer a prayer that was prayed early this morning. Before the sun rose and the mountains came into sight. To bring healing to