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This week

Man, it's just been one of those weeks when everything seems in shambles and nothing is going the way I thought it would (except school, which I am very grateful for. If my GPA was falling apart on top of everything else, I'd be having a meltdown). In actuality, I know in my head that life really isn't that bad right now. I'm doing well in all of my classes. I'm surrounded by an awesome group of friends. I have a fantastic job. I go to an wonderful, challenging school. And I'm loved by the King of Kings. However, the rest of me hasn't gotten the message to count my blessings. I've never felt such overwhelming frustration before. My port's acting up again, my health is on a downward spiral, I haven't slept well in weeks, and I have this looming stress about figuring out my plans for summer school. Like I said, in the big picture, my life really isn't falling apart. So why am I feeling like it is? Fabulous question, one that I do not know the answer to.

BUT God is faithful. The lyrics of this song popped into my head and has given me great comfort today. I pray that this is my heart's cry, no matter what's going on in my life.

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

It is well with my soul
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, oh my soul

It is well with my soul
It is well with my soul
It is well with my soul
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 with my soul
It is well with my soul


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