Is It Still Well With My Soul?

Horatio Spafford’s blood runs cold. His ears must be deceiving him. He looks at his wife and sees a look of hurt bewilderment on her face that exactly mirrors the emotions swirling in his own heart. “I’m sorry. What did you say?” His visitor shifts in his chair, then says, earnestly, “Yes. I… I’ve comeContinue reading “Is It Still Well With My Soul?”