Being Taught

Sometimes when I need to stay awake while I drive, I drink coffee.

Sometimes I sing.

Singing not only keeps me awake, but everyone within a ten mile radius as well. For the times I drive after ten p.m....my apologies to those fine folks.

Last night I drove home singing duets with David Phelps, and I hit the old hymn It is Well. Love that song. How many thousands of times have I sung it?

Whatever my lot...they can be such difficult things, those lots. Like when my nephew died 24 years ago today. Or when Craig died 16 years ago this past summer. Or when baby Carol died almost 12 years ago. Or when the tornado hit my sister's home five years ago. Or when Isaac left our budding relationship two years ago.

Those days were devastating. The kind of days when you can't find breath. Nevertheless...whatever my lot.

Right now I don't have a big cloud of devastation looming over me (and I'm grateful!!) but I do have a lot. A lot to think through, a lot to embrace as my own, a lot to ponder and wrestle through when Satan's lies threaten to drown out God's truth. That's my lot today. You have yours too...

But here was the part of the song that got me as I drove along, thinking about my lot and how it's teaching me to say it is well....

Therein lies the key. THOU HAST TAUGHT ME TO SAY....

This ability to open my mouth and declare with certainty that it is well with my soul comes at the hand of much teaching. God-breathed teaching.

I'm a student right now. A student learning how to rely on her Abba to answer questions. And just as I struggled a bit to learn in school, I have to admit I struggle a tiny bit to learn now. To learn that He has a bigger plan and picture and He will work everything out for my own good.

Whatever my lot....

...Thou hast taught me to say...

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