Father, even through staggered breathing and broken heart I sang out the words of the hymn “It Is Well With My Soul” to you in faith. Through tears and a heart that was overwhelmed with grief and bitterness you received this sweet and fragrant offering to you.
You do not see the way that I lead you, but do not fear. I am fully aware of all the pitfalls, pot holes, and disappointments along this path, but I tell you All Is Well. Do not be uneasy at bad news, My love I knew of these things even before they came to be. Did I not offer these to those who say they are called by My name to test and prove their hearts? Even in these recent disappointments, will I not make a better way for a heart fully trusting in Me?
When I create and birth fruit and you offer freely, no man can steal this from you or take it over as his own. It will not have the power and impact and anointing for which I created it. Will it not even become a belly of maggots to them, even as those who disobeyed and harbored manna, rather than eating the supply I gave for that day?
This now is even a truth I am revealing to you. Continue to let Me bear fruit through you, let them do what they will with what you create and give, but yours is to continue to bear fruit. Will I not even make a way for you to enjoy the fruit that you bear? Even now remember those night seasons and quiet times when I birthed new ideas in you, that which none other created or knew how to do, but I breathed it into you for you sought Me. I put the ideas in your consciousness and you shared it with those I sent you to. Even in the writing down of the ideas you felt My joy and presence. In working with others, you ushered in a unity and bond of peace with which I was much pleased.
Do not resent that men take the fruit of your ideas, your offerings, those things which I brought forth out of you that they steal and malign and contort them for their own purposes. For surely, I Am pleased that you let Me bring it forth through you, rejoice in the intimacy we shared and the walk we had in this creation. Let not your bitterness stop the wells of My life-giving flow. Will I not give you greater ideas than these? Let evil men do what they will, but yours is to remain fruitful, not resentful. Letting Me flow through you and even blessing those who have spitefully used you. Will I not pour coals on their heads by the words of grace and mercy that you speak? I would that all men come to repentance and I accomplish this in diverse ways.
My love, know that I Am pleased with you, be not discouraged. Come and let us reason together and let me so fill you and pour through you that even this disappointment/wound that you have felt will be overcome with blessing and filled with My presence. These answer to Me, yours is to bear fruit with Me, My love. Walk on with Me in My joy, in My confidence, in My peace for I Am with you and take great delight in you.
Hymn: It is Well With My Soul
Horatio Spafford – 1873
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.
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.
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 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.
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.