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It is well with my soul

This has been a rough time in my life. When it rains, it truly pours. In the recent past, my car has broken down, I have purchased a newer car, which promptly broke down the next day. It's been one thing after another with this car. My landlord decided to raise my rent by a good amount every month. I have to have some pretty expensive dental work done next month. Today alone has had many let downs. I woke up to a new voicemail saying I had money deposited into an account. When I checked, it wasn't true. It's the same four dollars that was there yesterday.
I was expecting 300 dollars to come into another account from a work award. It never came. Upon further inspection it came months ago when I wasn't expecting it, and I just thought it was part of my paycheck. Which is like never getting the money, when you can't enjoy that it's extra. All of this was before noon.
Then my coffee pot died. We all know how traumatizing that can be. My paycheck this week has been the smallest check I have gotten since becoming a nurse. Ouch. Found out we have to take on another seventy dollar bill every month. On top of everything else. This is where I start singing Oceans.
Today has been overwhelming to say the least. I have felt defeated. Then I turned on some praise songs. As I'm singing, I glance over at my 3 year old, and she's singing "it is well with my soul." A  flood of emotion came over me. My daughter singing words that she may not understand yet, but she is singing them with her whole heart. This is what matters. This is all  that matters. When you concentrate on the cross, the world loses its luster. And it's power.
Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:18
There's no coffee in the house right now. The bills are expensive, and the money will be tight. The car might quit. And then dentist might hurt. But God is faithful. So I am hopeful.

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