I’ve been practicing some songs for my church’s upcoming Women’s Retreat. Not necessarily just to show off my snazzy vocal range (because I don’t really have one), but because I have the awesome privilege of leading a room full of ladies in worship.
Moments like these, I’m glad the Bible talks about making a joyful noise, not necessarily a beautiful one…
One of the songs I’ve been playing over and over is It Is Well.
This song is ruining my life.
In a good way though.
Let me explain.
I get to the second verse of this song and my eyes start watering:
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
(yes, I still use Old English)
But do you see the beauty here? Though times are gonna stink occasionally, and it may seem like the enemy is getting away with A LOT, Jesus still sees me. He has, and is, looking upon my helpless situation, and He gave His own blood to redeem me. No one took it from Him. He willingly bled on my behalf.
(Kinda reminds me of Dodgeball…“Nobody makes me bleed my own blood! Nobody!”)
Sorry. I’ve had a lot of coffee today.
And then, the third verse, where I’m lucky to make it through without my voice cracking multiple times:
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!
My sin, every last ounce of it, is nailed to the cross where the Savior of the world took my punishment. It is no longer mine to bear. I have freedom because the Lamb of God decided I was worth it.
Man. How can you not cry about that?
I’m not going to get in to anything else tonight, because I think this is enough. We have been redeemed. Our sin is nailed to the cross and we can stop beating ourselves up about it. Repent, draw near to Jesus, and know that He has regarded your estate and paid the price for your sins.
Rest secure in that tonight.
It truly is well with my soul.