For me, future me, and my mama.

2 Years.

In Thoughts. on June 11, 2012 at 6:35 am

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.
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.
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!
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.
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!
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.

-Horatio Spafford, “It Is Well With My Soul”

Remember that one time, Daddy, just two years ago when I told you I was going to move to San Francisco, volunteer in New Orleans, live off-campus my senior year, visit Uncle Petz in Columbus, build houses in Mexico, graduate, and then move to New York?  Well,  I did.  

I’ve missed you so terribly much during all of this, but I’m okay.  I will be okay.  For at the risk of sounding arrogant, I’d say you and Mom have raised me well.  

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