It is well with my soul....

I had a phone appt. with Dr. Honea last Tuesday. She was very encouraging. She told me that even though what happened was not easy or good news, it is a GOOD SIGN. She said it lets us know that what we are doing can work. It is very common for this to happen. She said it happened to her 3 times before she became pregnant with her daughter. I just love the fact that she personally knows what this is like. It was so sweet...her first words when I picked up the phone were, "Hey baby doll, I'm sorry." Isn't that sweet? Anyway, she also suggested that I have an HSG test done to make sure that my tubes are clear. I had this done over a year ago, but she suggests one per year until pregnancy is achieved. Norman and I went back and forth for a few days about whether or not to jump right in or take a month off since school was starting back. Since this is extremely stressful and time consuming, we decided to wait until September. So, I guess this will give me plenty of time to finish up my studt on Women in the Bible! I would like to leave you with one of my favorite hymns.....

Please click here to hear Mahalia Jackson sing "It is Well"

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has 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.

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.