What’s with the Title?

So, this is Melanie writing.

When we got our diagnosis of azoospermia, I was pretty desolate.  Journaling, blogging and writing have always brought me a lot of comfort and in my right-brainyness (is that even a word? See, that’s the creativity I’m talking about, right there).  So I had to start writing another blog.

WHAT? You have another blog?

Yes, I do. But unless you know me in real life and I sent you the link, you probably don’t need to read it.  We wanted to keep this blog separate, and if you’d like to know a little bit why, you can read here.  So that means I was left to find a title for our new blog.  The idea just kind of came to me.  I have degrees in Music Education and Theology, so I have a vested interest in music and Jesus, so I wanted to incorporate a hymn into the title.  The lyrics to “It is Well With My Soul” popped into my head.

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.

Refrain:
It is well, (it is well),
With my soul, (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.

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 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.

Turns out, Horatio Spafford, the lyricist, penned this hymn after he lost all his children tragically, in the course of 2 years.  It was the perfect title for my blog.  The tune of the hymn was written by Philip Bliss.  I was first introduced to the hymn in high school concert band, where my amazing band director had us play the renown wind ensemble composition by David Holsinger, “On a Hymnsong of Philip Bliss.”

The design theme of this blog (which I found completely by chance…or did I?) is called “Blissful Blog”.  The definition of bliss is perfect happiness and satisfaction.

My earthly definition of bliss would be having my husband’s baby.  My eternal definition of bliss is when I will stand in God’s presence and give glory to the Lamb, who took away my sins, and wipes away every tear from my eyes.

Dear Hubby and I are holding out faith that there are children out there for us.  And we have assurance that when this world passes away, we will be in the eternal bliss of our Lord and Savior.   Either way, we are waiting for that bliss.  And through all that waiting, all we can say is “It is well with my soul.”

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