I tenaciously hold onto the peace that comes with truly trusting that God is in control. Sometimes that feeling slips away, but I seek after it and believe that God is still there.
I have opened the nursery door again and am almost done with it. I will believe by faith that God has a baby out there for us.

It Is Well With My Soul
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 blessed 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, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with 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!
 It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with 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.
 
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
God Is God -Steven Curtis Chapman
And the pain falls                      like a curtain
                    On the things I once called certain
                    And I have to say the words I fear the most
                    I just don’t know 
And the questions                      without answers
                    Come and paralyze the dancer
                    So I stand here on the stage afraid to move
                    Afraid to fall, oh, but fall I must
                    On this truth that my life has been formed from the dust 
God is God and                      I am not
                    I can only see a part of the picture He’s painting
                    God is God and I am man
                    So I’ll never understand it all
                    For only God is God 
And the sky begins                      to thunder
                    And I’m filled with awe and wonder
                    ‘Til the only burning question that remains
                    Is who am I 
Can I form a single                      mountain
                    Take the stars in hand and count them
                    Can I even take a breath without God giving it to me
                    He is first and last before all that has been
                    Beyond all that will pass 
Oh, how great are                      the riches of His wisdom and knowledge
                    How unsearchable for to Him and through
                    Him and from Him are all things 
So let us worship                      before the throne
                    Of the One who is worthy of worship alone
 
 
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