Blessed
is the nation whose God is the Lord, The people whom He has
chosen for His own inheritance.
You and I know that our nation is far from a godly nation especially as
we have seen horrible tragedies such as what happened in Texas this past
Sunday, but we are blessed. Yesterday in
our state many people celebrated our citizenship by voting. Let me remind each of us that living in the
United States is a privilege and a blessing.
I am actually as I write this devotion at the house of my oldest daughter
and her husband who is in the US Army.
Last night I received a peaceful and great phone call from a friend
whose boss was re-elected to public office.
Both of those things make me proud of live in this nation and remind me
that we really are blessed.
Philippians
4:7 NASB
And
the peace of God, which surpasses all
comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Yesterday our men’s Bible study read the lyrics of the following hymn and
the story that went along with it…
It Is Well With My Soul by Horatio Spafford
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.
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
It
is well with my soul,
It is well, 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 hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
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!...
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!...
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!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!
And
Lord, haste the day when the 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.
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.
Maybe you get that or know it.
Spafford had recently lost a young child when his wife and daughters set
sail on a ship for Great Britain. A few
days that ship was in an accident that cost Spafford the lives of the rest of
his children. As he sailed across the
ocean to be with his wife Horatio Spafford penned the words of this hymn.
What gives you peace? For me it
isn’t my choices, but it is my God. For
me it isn’t where I live or what I get to do, but it is the faith I have that
God is in control.
I need that kind of peace. Truly I
am blessed, and the peace of God is one of the biggest blessings I know!
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