It Is Well With My Soul

I am back in Edmonton after spending five days in Calgary. It was so hard leaving today, as my heart felt so heavy. My aunt had a very bad day today...when I arrived in the morning at Tom Baker's, she felt so tired, dizzy and had blurness of vision. It's such a sad state to be in, and she must have felt so uncomfortable and miserable, and we spent some time crying together before I called my other aunt to come to the hospital earlier. While holding her hand, I just prayed for peace, peace that trandscends all understanding in her heart and mind, praying that it would comfort her.

While my aunt spend most of the day resting, I was in the lounge for a while, in a numb state. I went over to the piano, thinking what song to play, and this hymm came to me (There is a link on the Title if you would like to listen to it). I'm not really a hymm person, and though I don't know the verses, I knew the chorus well.

It goes like this:

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.

Refrain

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

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.

Refrain

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, O my soul!

Refrain

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

Refrain

But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!

Refrain

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

Refrain

Indeed, it gave me peace, to say that "It is well with my soul."

In the car coming back to Edmonton, I had flashbacks of the Cancer Centre and everything that is in it. Elizabeth, a black Trinidad Canadian, who shares my aunt's room...she is this small lady in stature who had very little hair I suppose lost to chemotheraphy. Then there's this extremely thin Chinese man who looks like in his 30s, always walking around with his IV pole and some tube attached to his nose. There's also this wonderful white woman, who looks perfectly fine to me...who walks around the Unit all the time and always praises my piano playing and asks me to play more often. There are many more cancer patients, young and old, and of course, my dear Aunt Amanda, lying in her bed, sometimes having a good cheerful day, and sometimes having a bad day crying.

I hope that they will have that peace in their heart...and somehow a sense of Joy though they are unhappy. I hope that they will grasp the meaning of:

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.