Staring out over the water on the day after Thanksgiving, my mind was swimming in thoughts about a shirt I’d seen and wished I had bought during my Black Friday trip. The shirt was simple, but on the back it said “It is Well with my Soul” in a beautiful script and bright colors. It was perfect. Now staring at the smooth water of the Orange Beach Bay, I longed for it. Instead of soaking in the serenity of the creation around me, I yearned for a material fix.
Watching the water wash in and out onto the banks of the shore, I realized something. Instead of the actual shirt, I longed for the shirt to be true. My soul yearned for it to be true.
I longed for my soul to be well.
I wanted to wear the shirt because I needed the reminder for myself. I wanted to stand confidently on the bank and sing with conviction…
“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” *
In that moment my heart was humbled. I don’t need a new shirt. I need the Living Water to flow through my soul and make me whole.
Four years ago I wrote these words on this blog as I celebrated Thanksgiving under humble circumstances…
“Humility is not an easy or natural posture and yet it is essential to a heart of gratitude. And isn’t gratitude the heart of a true Thanksgiving? … May we always remember to humble ourselves before our Creator and foster an attitude of gratitude not just on Thanksgiving but everyday!”
Some days I’m more broken than others. But each day I yearn for the peace that comes from knowing that no matter how my “sea billows roll,” I know the one that makes it well with my soul, and I am thankful!