An annual wellness check, and the doctor says I’m fine.
A few tweaks, and all will be better.
Keep up the good work!
See you next year.
What does that do for you?
I know what it does for me.
I know the changes, and I’m working on them.
But that’s what you do when you hear news.
That’s what we do with our credit score.
We can make adjustments that fit the need.
Doesn’t that make us feel good?
We know we can handle the need.
Take it a different direction.
Social Health. Mental Health. Spiritual Health.
All stem from the condition of our position.
Doesn’t this make us want to be well?
This brings me to a song we know, but seldom sing enough.
The story is sad, but the ending is good.
The key is what you do with the news you’ve received.
Improve, or not, the ending is yours to tell.
And so she departed, and went to the man of God at Mount Carmel.
So it was, when the man of God saw her afar off, that he said to his servant Gehazi,
“Look, the Shunammite woman! Please run now to meet her, and say to her,
‘Is it well with you? Is it well with your husband? Is it well with the child?’ ”
And she answered, “It is well.”
2 Kings 4:25-26 NKJV
Praise the LORD! Praise the LORD, O my soul!
While I live I will praise the LORD;
I will sing praises to my God while I have my being.
Psalms 146:1-2 NKJV
It Is Well With My Soul, Horatio G. Spafford, 1873
- 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.- Refrain:
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
- Refrain:
- Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath 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! - For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul. - But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul! - And Lord, haste the day when the 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.
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