When peace like a river, attendeth my way,When sorrows like sea billows roll;Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to knowIt is well, it is well, with my soul. Refrain:It is well, (it is well),With my soul, (with my soul)It is well, it is well, Continue reading →
I walked into the dining room in Crandall Rehabilitation Center in search of my mom. They were doing a hymn sing and they had taken her there before I had gotten there in the morning. I found her sitting amongst the other residents and I Continue reading →
It is well. As I reread Nicole Johnson’s book Fresh Brewed Life I am reminded once again that it indeed is well with my soul. You know the hymn I am referring to and I have written about it before . (Check out that post Continue reading →
