One Month Delay: It Is Well

It's officially been one month since we set off on our western adventure, and it finally hit me--yesterday.

While there has been an understanding of these feelings inside me for a while now, I didn't really feel them until yesterday, on my way home from work.

Having a pretty deep understanding of grief, it's hard to want to completely assign that title to how I am feeling currently, but it is the most fitting.

The past couple days I have either been on the verge of tears or actually have succumb to the waterworks. This is not something I enjoy. Does anyone really? It is even weird to talk about this so publically, but I want to be honest during this process--that's one of the goals of this blog.

Moving is hard. It is even harder when you leave behind what has become normal and comfortable. And harder still, when you leave behind friends who have become like family. (And family once again.)

As I write this, the first verse of an old hymn lingers in my mind:

"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"

This song, that has played in thousands of churches, and even at funerals of my loved ones, has a melody of comfort. And yes, I know it is old and might even seem out of context but the depth of the words helps secure my feet once more.

No matter where I am, no matter how heavy my heart is, or how real my tears are, I can lean in and trust in a living and loving God who understands what it means to forsake all. And that is good, or in this case, well.

"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