Is it well?
Can our souls truly be well? Or, can it be well, truly, with our souls?
My soul is a bit unwell tonight. I’m sure there are various factors–lack of sleep, East Coast/West Coast work travel, out of routines, lack of study/prayer time in the mornings for 4 mornings. In a row. For a few different reasons.
I know that it is well with my soul. I know it, with my mind. But my soul does not know it tonight. There is a disconnect.
There is keen sense of alone-ness that is a bit heavy tonight.
This paragraph, though, by Marshall Segal, is good stuff. A good reminder–the alone-ness is not forever. Our greatest disappointments, our greatest losses–whether it be people, or stability, or security, or things sacred–whatever our greatest losses, they are transient–light and momentary–though in the moment, they certainly do not seem that way. But they are. They are, because of what is to come. Segal’s words; they are solid words–words I intend to keep and return to again, I suppose:
Now, the last note in every loss is joy, because nothing — no news, no one, no event, no loss — can take Christ and his love from me. Not even death. When I close these eyes for the very last time, that moment of greatest, deepest loss will be, “Gain.” And Lord haste the day when my faith shall be sight. We can have peace, and faith, and even joy when we lose everything, because we never lose everything. Regardless of what happens here on this earth, we’ll spend eternity enjoying the God who became like us, gave his life for us, rescued us from our sin, and delivers us to a full and never-ending life.
Even when we lose everything, or even when it seems as thought we have lost much, “we never lose everything.”
This is what enables us to rest assured that our souls are well, even when they do not seem to be. Truly they are, because He is.
- He is real.
- He is the God that sees and knows.
- He is the God that forgives.
- He is. So many more things, that I’m too tired to numerate right now. He is—is enough.
Haste the day, God, when this floundering, failing faith is sight.
The last note, in any loss, is joy. Grant us that, God. And, the ability to recognize it, when you do, in this life. And the patience to wait, as we long for the day, when we will no longer need to recognize joy as such, because joy will be made manifest in the spending of eternity worshiping you. It will no longer be something that is a shadow or echo or reflection of what is to come, because it will be. Because You are.
There will be a day……