"It is well with my soul...." Softly I sing those words in a hush whisper to my heart. Today is one of those days when I long to tangibly climb on the lap of my Jesus and let Him soothe my anxious heart. To say it is well with my soul but yet my flesh is ate up with emotion bears the question " How can one be at peace and yet the other sits in a pool of anxious emotion? " I ask myself this question over and over again. My flesh has screamed and cried out to no avail. And my heart is weary. It seems the season I am in at this very moment is a season of breaking and much change. Beauty for ashes.....again. I am tired of the ashes of life. I am undone, unraveled and exhausted because of these ashes. My flesh struggles to remain anchored in hope and my soul reassures me with every tear drop there is beauty within. The relentless effort to see this beauty has my joy meter in the red. And that's OK. I have had many ask me, "How can you have faith