It is well with my soul

by brittanymoreno7


Right now, I am sitting in my bed all alone on New Years Eve, listening to The Hobbit Soundtrack, and quite content. I haven’t written in a while and for that I am sorry. The month of December has been a really hard month and I felt really silly writing about my daily on-goings. I tried writing many things but everything just came out sounding really dumb compared to what was going on around me. So many heart breaking and devastating things. I wasn’t even aware their affect on me until a few days ago when I just broke down crying. Looking back at this last month, I now understand why I felt so tired all the time, why I let myself zone out in front of the TV during the times my kids weren’t around to distract me from my thoughts. If I didn’t think about what was going on then I wouldn’t have time to feel sad. Not sure why I have a hard time showing my emotions, but I really do. But through this time, I really drew closer to the Lord. I kept repeating my favorite verse over and over again in my head: “Fear not, for I am with you; Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, yes I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”¬†Isaiah 41:10

I am excited to see how the Lord is going to use these trying times in this new year. I’m excited to see how the Lord is going to use me. I pray that I am willing to follow whatever the Lord has for me and my family. I pray that I get out of my own comfort zone and serve Him and serve others in any capacity. I pray my kids see Jesus in my life.

This will be a short post, but I will hopefully be back to share some new recipes, some bits and pieces of our life, and some of Jesus. But for now I will leave you with this song that has been on repeat in my house.

I am but a child in the hands of my Lord
Oh, He carries me though rushing rivers, takes me home
When I cannot see, will my faith sustain?
I will find my strength in Your love, oh in Your love

It is well with my soul

You are my God who gives breath to my lungs
Maker of all, to You I belong
I hold the hand of my father up above
I have no fear, carried now by perfect blood