The song "It Is Well With My Soul" was written by a successful Christian lawyer Heratio Spafford.
His only son died at age 4 in 1871.
In 1872, the great Chicago fire wiped out his vast estate made from a successful legal career.
In 1873 he sent his wife and 4 daughters over to Europe on a summer trip on the ill fated SS ville du Havre.
Since he had a lot of work to do, he planned to follow them later.
The Ship sank and he lost his 4 daughters with the wife being the only survivor, she sent him a famous telegram which simply read, SAVED ALONE....
On His return home, his Law firm was burned down and the insurance refused to pay, they said "It's An Act Of God".
He had no money to pay for his house and no work, he also lost his house.
Then while sitting and thinking what's happening to him, being a spiritual person, he wrote a song - whatever my Lord, you have taught me to say - It is well, it is well with my soul.
My dear friend, a good attitude will determine your altitude. When you look at your life, career, job or family life, what do you say? Do you praise God? Do you blame the devil? A good attitude towards God makes Him move on your behalf. Just sit down and say, "Today God, it is well with my soul, I am thankful I had a peaceful sleep, I am thankful I am alive with possibilities, I am thankful I have a roof over me, I am thankful I have a job, I am thankful that I have Family and Friends. Above all, I am thankful that I have the Lord Jesus Christ on my side.
Be blessed and don't be envious or shocked when others are prospering because you don't know what they have been through to get there (test, trials and tribulation), so thank God for what you have.
Little is much when God is in it.
It Is Well With My Soul!

Horatio Spafford
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 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!
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 Lo)rd shall descend, even so, it is well with my soul.

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