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The Question We All Want Asked of Us

It matters that someone ask us this question.  -christyfitzwater.com

Remember the plane falling from the sky and everybody screaming? It’s about to crash into the middle of a crowded baseball stadium, until Superman gets underneath, catches it by the nose, and sets it down gently.

Then he opens the door and steps inside, checking to make sure the passengers are safe.

Are you okay? He asks Lois Lane, his eyes lingering on hers.

That question gets me every time –makes a girl sigh and smile.

It wasn’t the same this morning when I bought groceries. The lady at the checkout said, How are you? I thought about my dad gone, mother lonely, daughter getting married, sleepless night, and 10 other miscellaneous worries.

I’m well, I said.

No, the question needs to come from someone with brawn who just saved my life and cares about me.

Me.

I sang the words at church Saturday night, about how Christ rescued me, and I cried through every song. I was grieving hard, but there were the words on the big screen…

He put himself in harm’s way for me, so I could know the hope of heaven.

“For he rescued us from the domain of darkness…” (Colossians 1:13 NASB)

Are you okay? He asked.

I’m well, I said.

It Is Well with My Soul, words by Horatio G. Spafford

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.

 

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 has regarded my helpless estate,

and hath shed his own blood for my soul.

 

It is well with my soul,

it is well, it is well with 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!

 

It is well with my soul,

it is well, it is well with my soul.

 

And, Lord, haste the day when my 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.

 

It is well with my soul,

it is well, it is well with my soul.