But What If It Is Not Well With My Soul?

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.

So you’ve had it.

With the news reports and the blogs and the grand social media posturing.
With the rising death tolls and the graphic videos and the pointed memes and the hashtag prayer campaigns.

Finished.

Your heart, worn raw by the continual abrasion of hatred; some carefully hidden, some paraded loudly, is long past the point of breaking open anyway.

You’ve already bled out everything that was inside and now you’re done; through with crying, reading, replying, debating, praying, feeling—maybe even believing.

The truth is, though it hurts you even to admit it, all is most certainly not well with your soul.

Friend, you’re in good company.

What I’m hearing and seeing and most importantly feeling out there in the world, is a…