|Backstory for her coming at some point!|
Loving Jesus! I am a sinner, saved by His blood that was shed on the cross at Calvary.
LOTR obsessed, currently taken by a dwarf, and loving horseback riding.
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.
It is well, with my soul,
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 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!
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.
Some of the story may be true, but there’s much more to the story before and after the song!
In the 1870s, Spafford was a very successful lawyer in Chicago and heavily invested in real estate. In 1871, the great Chicago fire destroyed all his downtown investment properties.
In 1873, he and his family planned a vacation trip to Europe. While in Great Britain, he planned to help his good friend Dwight L. Moody and Ira Sankey, whom he had financially supported, with their evangelistic tour. Spafford sent his wife and four girls—ages 11, 9, 7 and 2—ahead while he finished up last-minute business in Chicago. On November 22, the S.S. Ville Du Havre struck another ship and sank within twelve minutes. Mrs. Spafford cabled her husband “Saved alone.”
One story, coming from his daughter Bertha, reports that Spafford wrote “It Is Well with My Soul” while passing over the very spot of the ocean where his four daughters perished.
But the tragedy surrounding the hymn didn’t end there. Horatio and Anna returned to Chicago and gave birth to Horatio Goertner Spafford, who would die at three years old of scarlet fever. Two years later, the couple gave birth to Bertha, who would write that her parents not only suffered the pain of losing their fortune and five children, but it was compounded by a crisis of faith. Were the children’s deaths a punishment from God? Did He no longer love them? Horatio felt himself in danger of losing his faith.
In 1881, Anna gave birth to a sixth daughter, appropriately named “Grace.” Shortly after, the family of four moved to Jerusalem, with Horatio explaining, “Jerusalem is where my Lord lived, suffered, and conquered, and I wish to learn how to live, suffer, and especially to conquer.”
The family would remain in Jerusalem and set up a children’s home.
And like his children, he too would die tragically.
Some reports claim he began to suffer delusions that he was the second Messiah, while his family insists it was the malaria fever from which he died that caused the mental confusion.
But the tragedy surrounding the hymn didn’t end there, either. The tune was written by Philip P. Bliss, which he entitled “Ville du Havre,” the name of the ship that took the lives of Spafford’s four daughters. The hymn was first sung by Bliss himself before a large gathering of ministers hosted by Moody on November 24, 1876.
Just one month later, on December 29, 1876, Bliss and wife were traveling to Chicago by train. As the train passed over a trestle near Ashtabula, Ohio, the bridge collapsed and the passenger coaches plunged 75 feet into the icy river. Philip was able to escape through a window, but his wife was pinned in the wreckage. As he went back to free his wife, a fire broke out through the wooden cars and both were burned beyond recognition.
Nine tragic deaths surround the hymn, and yet those affected by them, could say, “It is well with my soul.” And to me, that is indeed “blest assurance.” It is well with my soul . . . if nothing else!
Even the wise cannot see all paths
The lone figure rode through the Shire silently, drawing few stares as it was already night. The only sound came from the horse's hooves striking the dirt path, as it made its way towards the Hill, and the home of Bilbo Baggins, a most respectable hobbit, and a descendant of the Old Took himself.
As the horse stopped at the gate, the figure slipped off and loosely tied the horse's rein to the picket fence surrounding the hobbit's home. Throwing back her hood, the girl walked up the pebble-lined path to Mr. Baggins' green front door. In the lower right-hand part, there was a sign scratched into the door, glowing softly in the dark. She bent down to examine it, then rose and pounded on the door. In a few moments, the little round door opened with a pop and there stood Mr. Bilbo Baggins, huffing and puffing and looking very displeased. "Sarah, at your service," she said, bowing low. Before Mr. Baggins could protest, she spotted Balin and Dwalin in the dining room behind him and stepped past him, hanging her grey cloak on a handy peg. "Ah, Balin! By my blade! hasn't it been a long time since last we met" she said, giving him a hearty hug. As they walked into the pantry, deep in conversation in some foreign tongue, Bilbo could only just keep from looking flustered. As he was about to inquire- quite sharply- as to why they were all here, and when they planned to leave, and who else was coming- a sharp rat-tat sounded on the door. Off he hopped, giving up all hope of saving the contents of his larder, and pulled the door open quite hard. The sight of two more dwarves at his front door was almost more than the poor hobbit could bear. "Fili" said one "And Kili" said the other. "At your service!" they said in unison, bowing low. "Th-thank you" Bilbo stuttered. It was not quite the proper greeting, but he was feeling very upset indeed. As Fili and Kili headed towards the din in the dining room that was growing louder by the minute, Bilbo simply sat down on the floor by the door.
In the dining room, Balin and Dwalin were busy bringing in food, Sarah was setting forks and knives and finding crockery- mugs and plates and bowls and the like, and Fili and Kili were rearranging the furniture, so as to fit everyone in, and bringing mugs of beer. Sarah stayed rather close to Balin, with him being the only dwarf she knew very well.
Bilbo had crept back into the dining room, and was about to demand an explanation about why they were here, when his door-bell rang, sounding very much like a naughty hobbit boy was leaning on it.
Should I continue it, or no?