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 has regarded my helpless estate, and has shed his own blood for my soul.
My sin- o the bliss of this glorious thought! – my sin not in part, but the whole, is nailed to the cross and I bear it no moare’ praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh my soul!
O 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.
It is well, it is well with my soul.
“Turn your eyes upon Jesus. Look full in his wonderful face. And the things of earth will grow strangely dim in the light of his glory and grace.”
Be Thou My Vision
Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart; naught be all else to me, save that though are thou my best thought by day or by night, waking or sleeping thy presence my light.
Be thou my wisdom and thou my true word; I ever with thee and thou with me Lord; thou my great Father, I thy true son; thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one.
Be thou my battle shield, sword for my fight; be thou my dignity, thou my delight, thou my soul’s shelter, thou my high tower; raise thou me heavenward, o power of my power.
Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise, thou mine inheritance, now and always; thou and thou only, first in my heart, High King of heaven, my treasrue thou art.
High King of heaven, my victory won, may I reach heaven’s joys, O bright heaven’s sun! Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, still be my vision, O Ruler of all.
“Set you minds on the things that are above, not on things that are on earth.”
How do I set my mind on the things that are above?
“So, if mothers are strategically situated to impact missions so greatly, why does it feel like so little fruit is coming from our work? I think the answer to this is quite simple: sin–like the sins of discontent, pettiness, selfishness, and resentment. Christians often feel like the right thing to do is to be ashamed about what we have. We hear that quote of Jim Elliot’s and think that we ought to sell our homes and move to some place where the lost need the gospel.
But I’d like to challenge you to look at Jim Elliot’s quote differently. Giving up what you cannot keep does not mean you need to give up your home so you can go serve somewhere else. It means you need to give up yourself. Lay yourself down. Sacrifice yourself here, now. Cheerfully wipe the nose for the fiftieth time today. Make dinner again for the people who don’t like green beans. Laugh when a vomiting child thwarts your plans. Lay yourself down for the people here with you, the people who annoy you, the people who get in your way, the people who take up so much of your time that you can’t read anymore. Rejoice in them. Sacrifice for them. Gain that which you cannot lose in them.
It is easy to think you have a heart for orphans on the other side of the world, but to resent the demands of the children in your living room. You cannot have a heart for the gospel and fussiness about your life at the same time. You will never make any difference there if you cannot be at peace here. You cannot have a heart for missions without a heart for the people around you. A true love of the gospel overflows and overpowers. It will be in everything you do however drab, however simple, however repetitive.
God loves little offerings...”
-Rachel Jankovic (underline and bold-mine)
–Mom Enough pg. 7-8
“He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification.”
Victory in Jesus
I heard an old, old story, how a savior came from glory, how He gave His life on Calvary to save a wretch like me; I heard about His groaning, of His precious blood’s atoning, then I repented of my sins and won the victory.
O victory in Jesus, my savior, forever! He sought me and bought me with His Redeeming blood. He loved me ere I knew Him, and all my love is due Him He plunged me to victory beneath the cleansing flood.
I heard about his healing, of His cleansing power revealing. How He made the lame to walk again and caused the blind to see; And the I cried, “Dear Jesus come and heal my broken spirit,” and somehow Jesus came and brought to me the victory.
I heard about a mansion He has built for me in glory; And I heard about the streets of gold beyond the crystal sea. About the angels singing and the old redemption story, and some sweet day I’ll sing up there the song of victory.