It is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul, knowing Mary no longer suffers untold pain.
Our Sweet Merciful Lord called Mary home at 3:40 am on April 1 1999, her appointed time.
She departed from this world in a peaceful sleep with a sweet smile on her face.
I know now she is in perfect bliss, being cared for by our precious and ever loving Lord.
I know I will face many long lonely nights staining my pillow with many tears of loneliness.
Yet it is well with my soul because Mary is in her Heavenly home in perfect peace.
I am so very thankful my Lord took my Sweet Mary first for I did not want my Mary to face lonely nights.
And my precious Lord cares for me with His love, His Grace, and strength yet it is so very lonely.
It is well with my soul
It is well with my soul, as I meditate upon the precious memories of Mary.
Memories of how her eyes sparkled when she said, “I love you so very much.”
Those words of love from her came from a heart of love that melted my heart.
Today as I meditate upon those words, they bring tears of fond memories of her.
Committed love she had for me whether in the valleys or on the mountain top.
Those words of her love for me I cherish so dearly in my days of being alone.
So much, I could not seek the love of another Christian lady even though being alone,
yet not alone because my Saviour’s love sustains me with His undying love.
It is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul, as I meditate upon the precious memories of Mary.
Memories of how she walked and how she carried herself with dignity and grace,
she walked with confidence yet walked in humility never seeking the spotlight.
Memories of how she greeted people with a sweet smile and a warm handshake.
Yes, she had her moments of despair and her share of heartaches in her life.
For she was no different from anyone else that walked upon this earth.
What made the difference in her life was when she accepted Christ as her Saviour.
It is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul, as I meditate upon the precious memories of Mary.
Memories of her self-sacrifice for others who needed a helping hand in life.
Memories of how she loved the old time Gospel hymns about her Saviour.
Memories of how she loved to hear the Bible being preached by God-fearing men.
Memories of the joy she expressed when someone accepted Christ as their Saviour.
Memories how truly she cared to visit the lost and those who needed a word of encouragement.
Memories of her caring love for God’s people and prayed for everyone every day.
