Is Everything Going to be All Right?

Is everything going to be all right?

You must have faith to know this.  Faith can’t be stationary.  You can’t stop growing your faith when you are young because you know you believe.  The truth is, when you get older, you need more faith.  The stakes for everything are higher.  There is more to lose and no time to recover from a terrible mistake.  You are responsible for so much more, so every decision affects a lot more people.  Fear works so very hard to seep into every crack.  Only a faith that grows steadily will help you be able to sail confidently through those trials and temptations.

Is my faith growing today?  Do I have a faith journal to remind myself of the many, many times God has directly and purposefully answered prayers? 

Am I confident in God’s provision, come what may?  Sure, I am aware that bad things could and do happen to people with faith.  In fact, my faith may be why those things could happen to me.  No one wants to go through bad things, but that is fear.

So, is everything going to be all right?  Today?  Tomorrow?  Is it?  Do you or I have rest in our souls that everything is going to be all right because God lives today and forever and He has a place for us?

Until this faith is assured deep in our hearts and settled as a part of our soul, it will be difficult, if not impossible, to find and live with hope, joy, and peace.

This great, old church hymn sums it up nicely.

It is Well With my Soul

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,

When sorrows like sea billows roll;

1. 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.
   
   
   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.