Immeasurably Blessed

We have two new prints that I have been aching for so long to be able to do (they will be live in the shop in just a few days!). I feel as if the Lord has taught me so much about contentment and trusting Him over the past few years, and these prints are my heart on paper. Sometimes I feel that it is odd that Beloved Paper's core is centered on Love and Blessings while those are the two things that I struggle with accepting the most. But there is such peace when you set aside the fears and discontentments and accept wholeheartedly what God is trying to accomplish in you. 


A few years ago my sister-in-law gifted me the book Then Sings My Soul. It is a collection of about 150 of the old classic church hymns along with the stories behind them. One of both my husband's and my all time favorite songs is 'It Is Well with My Soul' written in 1873. In this book it tells the story of Horatio G. Spafford, who penned the words while sailing across the Atlantic just as he was passing over the place where his wife and four daughter's were shipwrecked; his daughters would all be lost in the blackness of the sea. 

While I have always loved this song, I always struggled to understand how a man who had just lost everything (his only son had died of scarlet fever only a few years earlier) could make such a profound statement. How can someone have that much faith in the face of extreme tragedy still have hope? 

Over the years as I fall into a deeper love with my Savior and my walk with Him grows stronger, I can say that I am now beginning to understand how Spafford could have lived out those words. Maybe this understanding came as a result of the heartache that we suffered as a family last year; but I honestly believe that I can now say that it is well with my soul and that we are immeasurably blessed. I'm not gonna lie, God allowed me to go through the fire to get me where I am today. We lost a baby, and once we were ready to try again we never once thought that it would be difficult (to all you mamas struggling with infertility and pregnancy loss I know how hard of a road that it can be). A few weeks after the miscarriage my husband lost his job and God brought us right to the place where we said we couldn't survive. I struggled through these times. I couldn't understand why God would allow this all to happen to us. Why we weren't worthy of the blessings that I saw others receiving. Why He had seemingly left us to fend for ourselves. 

I have come to see and to believe that not all blessings are physical and pertain to this life. I have a hope in Christ that can't be changed no matter how difficult or painful this life may be. When I trusted in Christ as my personal Savior my eternal fate was sealed in heaven. And nothing, no matter what, can take that away. It is because of this great salvation that my soul is well; because of this my life will always be blessed. God's only Son gave His life for me. In such a horrific manner He sacrificed everything so that I could escape the eternal punishment for my sins. And even though the hardships and tragedies of this life are terrible and such a hard road at times, they pale in comparison to what He has already given me. I believe that Spafford understood this awesome truth in the midst of his mourning and this is why he could write this amazing hymn.

This is not to say that he didn't grieve for his children, or write them off as if it didn't matter. My arms will always ache for the baby I never got to hold and I am certain that life will bring many more hardships and there will be days that the blessings are harder to see. But no matter what, my soul is ok, my soul is secure and I have a mansion in heaven with my name on it (and the first face I will look for after meeting my Savior will be that of my little one). 


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.

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.

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


Oct 28, 2015

Lovely prints!

Oct 28, 2015

Beautiful post! Very inspiring!

Oct 28, 2015

These are beautiful! I love your style and the message is amazing!

Oct 28, 2015

These prints are absolutely stunning and the story behind them makes them that much better. Lovely work!

Jacqueline Connor

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