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Horatio Spafford, on the 22nd of November 1873, his wife and daughters were crossing the Atlantic, when their ship collided with another vessel and sank, with the loss of 226 lives, including all four of his young daughters, Annie, Maggie, Bessie, and Tanetta. Only his wife survived. While traveling to meet the heartbroken Anna, as the ship passed the point where his children had drowned, Spafford penned the words to a now-famous hymn…

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to know,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

I wrote the following poem today, 2nd poem I have ever written, first was yesterday……

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It is well with my soul
Is it well with yours
What does well look like
Such loss but yet it’s still well

Not the journey dreamed of
But the journey I am on
Accept it or not
It changes nothing

No longer wearing shoes out
But rather push rims
Do we push or pull through life
Are we stuck pulling on a door that needs to be pushed
Are we pulling thing towards us that we should be pushing away

Pushing is hard
Pushing is refusing status quo
Against the flow
Pushing is not accepting the way things are
And believing for better days

Granted a life of pushing
Hard luck is still luck
Accepting what is and moving forward
That is up to you
Moving forward in a greater strength
Forward in a peace that makes no sense
Knowing that there is a greater One in control
Knowing you don’t see the full puzzle
Knowing you are a piece of the puzzle
A piece that cannot be forced to fit anywhere
There is a time and place

They say you control how you respond
Is control really a thing
Or is it who we look to for help in surviving
What we look to for help
Isn’t that what will impact response
We control nothing

Control is so desired
But so elusive and false
We can determine what and where our hope lies
Where and what we look to when all has collapsed
That dictates the rest
Accidents happen
And so do the choices we make
They are not two in the same

Choose wisely
Like the old adage
Our choices affect our habits,
Which intern,
Shape our character,
And determine our destiny