Tonight we are being serenaded with a light and sound show from the heavens. Even the best fireworks display pales in comparison to the vivid lightning and roar of thunder from a massive storm cell like this. One of the best parts is staring off into the deep black of night just to catch a glimpse of a jagged white streak tearing through the skies. Soon after, the sound wave from the thunder rattles the windows. The best part about this show is the unpredictable pattern in which it exerts it's power and rage on earth and sky. There is no script, and there are no forecasts of certainty as to when and where the storm will play out its role.
This whole scenario brought to mind the two highlights of my day...
1. This life was not meant for us to "go it alone", share it with somebody.
2. In 1873 Horatio Spafford laid pen to paper the words of his famous hymnal, "It is well with my soul." He did so while crossing the Atlantic Ocean to meet his Wife in Great Britian. However, these words came to Spafford after tragedy shook his very core. In a two year time frame Spafford would not only lose his son to scarlet fever, but he would also lose his four daughters as they crossed the Atlantic ahead of him on an ill fated voyage. These events also followed the loss of all of Spafford's belongings and financial holdings in the great Chicago fires which leveled most of the city. This guy had more reasons than most to give up on everything; give up on life for that matter! Instead, he goes out and penned the words, "It is well with my soul." He didn't dig deep down for anything, Horatio simply looked up. I'll let you figure out the rest...
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