(Reference ‘A Hymn a Day by Graham McKay)


       The song  “It Is Well With My Soul” was written by a successful Christian lawyer, Horatio Spafford?  His only son died at age 4 in 1871. In 1872, the great Chicago fire wiped out his vast estate, made from a successful legal career. In 1873 he sent his wife and four daughters over to Europe on a summer trip on the ill fated SS Ville du Havre. Since he had a lot of work to do, he planned to follow them later. The ship sank and he lost his four daughters, with the wife being the only survivor. She sent him a famous telegram which simply read, “SAVED ALONE……”        Later, his Law firm was burned down and the insurance company refused to pay him. They said, it’s an act of God.” He had no money to pay for his house, no work, and he lost his house.       

     Then while sitting and thinking what’s happening to him, being a spiritual person, he wrote a song – “Whatever, my Lord, You have taught me to say – It is well, it is well with my soul.”

     My dear friend, a good attitude will determine your altitude. When you look at your life, career, job or family life, what do you say? Do you praise God? Do you blame the devil? A good attitude towards God makes Him move on your behalf. Just sit down and say, “Today, God, it is well with my soul, I am thankful I had a peaceful sleep, I am thankful I am alive with possibilities, I am thankful I have a roof over me, I am thankful I have a job, I am thankful that I have family and friends.  Above all, I am thankful that I have the Lord Jesus Christ on my side.” Be blessed and don’t be envious or shocked when others are prospering because you don’t know what they have been through to get there (test, trials and tribulation) so thank God for what you have. “Little is much when God is in it. It is well with my soul!”

It is 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


My Sin – O 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.


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 to, it is well with my soul.



It is well, it is well with my soul, with my soul.

It is well, it is well with my soul.