it is well with my soul

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Do you ever have those days, when you think on something long enough it begins to lose any sense?

The other evening as I was cleaning the house up a bit, I noticed a few items sitting next to Country Man’s station in the entry way, the place where he removes his pliers and other work items before coming in for the night.

They were all riverbank finds, discovered by him while trailing the sand on four-wheeler as he worked on water wells.

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Evidence of snagged lines, echoes of frustrated fisherman flicker in the eyes of old lures.

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Delicate sea shells that survived the ride onto the banks…

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I am not exactly sure when the ordinary became extraordinary,

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but it has…

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Some days, the country life feels likes a severe detox center; I am stripped of all the things desperately relied upon to make one feel whole until the next bout of anxiety creeps in….

… and I have to endure the storm.

Some days, I must take time to walk the shoreline of my soul, picking up rubble and dusting it off, saving it as a reminder of what once was.

Many things in this life simply do not make sense.

But as a beloved quote goes, origin unknown:

it does not have to be well with your circumstances, to be well with your soul.

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52 thoughts on “it is well with my soul

  1. Perhaps, it is perspective at play, you simply have more space and freedom to notice there is great beauty in simple things, All that’s required is that we pay attention to notice.

    “follow the shoreline…”, it will bring you where you were meant to go.

  2. I think your words reach deep into many souls this day. “It is well, with my soul…” but my life, as yours, is vastly different than when I lived in the city/burbs of Southern California. This wintertime is bleak, the days short, but spring is coming.
    Thank you for your words today ~ Lynda
    PS: I have visions of your husband’s found collection placed into a shadow box… :)

  3. What a wonderful post! I totally agree that the extraordinary is always there (though sometimes not easily seen) in the ordinary.

  4. “It is well with my soul”: one of my very favorite old hymns. Written by a man, long ago, who lost his wife and child in a shipwreck. (at least that’s what I was told. guess I should research it!)

  5. “Some days, I must take time to walk the shoreline of my soul, picking up rubble and dusting it off, saving it as a reminder of what once was.”
    Lately, I am finding myself doing the same thing, and frequently. As motherhood rocks my little world, I am forced to re-evaluate who I am, my identity…everything that’s ever made me me. I find my mind going back to that shoreline, even in my dreams…

  6. This is so poetically put. I feel like your story resonates even for those of us who have a city life. No matter where we are, at some point or another we feel the same way, and you have put it so eloquently into words. :)

  7. Grateful for your eloquent thoughts today! I think the “secret to happiness” for most people is to find the world exciting and wonderful in the everyday living. It is a hard lesson to relearn sometimes when things are going awry. I hope it sticks with me one of these times! Thanks again!

  8. Maybe it’s because I used to work in my parents’ hardware store as a kid, but I love, love, love fishing lures! And I don’t even fish. The worn, well used ones are especially nice :)

  9. Beautifully written. Now I want to look up the rest of the words to that song. I know it is supposed to be uplifting but it seems sad. Sad and resolute. Or something like that. I can’t think of the right word just now.

    It must be so much fun to explore along the banks. It’s like a beautiful and fun place.

  10. Pingback: into the waters | The Simple Life of a Country Man's Wife

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