Can I get an "Amen" church?!?
I tell you, the Lord shall provide all my needs according to His riches in glory. He gave his angels charge over me. Jehovah Jireh cares for me.
My prayers are being answered.
I give thanks with a very grateful heart.
Monday, April 07, 2008
Breakfast in Provo, Lunch in Miami & Dinner in Kingston
I feel like a jet setter.
Only thing is I am clearly a rookie because I have been suffering from the worst jet lag after taking 6 planes in 3 nights.
But it's good to be home.
As it stands, this is my last trip home for a long time.
Tying up loose ends.
Severing unprofitable ties.
Ending a long and heart-rending chapter.
Here's to new beginnings.
Only thing is I am clearly a rookie because I have been suffering from the worst jet lag after taking 6 planes in 3 nights.
But it's good to be home.
As it stands, this is my last trip home for a long time.
Tying up loose ends.
Severing unprofitable ties.
Ending a long and heart-rending chapter.
Here's to new beginnings.
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Thursday, March 27, 2008
It Is Well With My Soul
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.
Refrain:
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.
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!
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.
Horatio Spafford
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.
Refrain:
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.
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!
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.
Horatio Spafford
