It is well. An adventure in being content.

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.

It is well, with my soul,

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.

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, it is well, with 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!

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, it is well, with 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.

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.

There can be hope in the trials. And it doesn't have to be a "my mother just passed away", or "I lost all of my children" kind of trial. So often I find myself thinking, "I don't deserve to be sad, my suffering isn't as bad as ______ " (fill in the blank). That's FALSE! Why do we compare ourselves to each other? My life is a completely different circumstance than any one elses, my struggles and my trials are different. It can be a bad grade on a math test. It can be an accidental angry word at my mother. It can be frustration over some spilled orange juice. In those trials, however small they may be, may I say "It is well with my soul", because I have the LORD Jesus Christ to look forward to as my hope.