It Is Well With My Soul

A Beloved Hymn and its History
‘It Is Well With My Soul’ 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. 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! 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.

HYMN HISTORY:
This hymn was written by a Chicago lawyer, Horatio G. Spafford. You might think to write a worship song titled, ‘It is well with my soul’, you would indeed have to be a rich, successful Chicago lawyer. But the words, “When sorrows like sea billows roll … It is well with my soul”, were not written during the happiest period of Spafford’s life. On the contrary, they came from a man who had suffered almost unimaginable personal tragedy.
Horatio G. Spafford and his wife, Anna, were pretty well-known in 1860’s Chicago. And this was not just because of Horatio’s legal career and business endeavors. The Spaffords were also prominent supporters and close friends of D.L. Moody, the famous preacher. In 1870, however, things started to go wrong. The Spaffords’ only son was killed by scarlet fever at the age of four. A year later, it was fire rather than fever that struck. Horatio had invested heavily in real estate on the shores of Lake Michigan. In 1871, every one of these holdings was wiped out by the great Chicago Fire.

Aware of the toll that these disasters had taken on the family, Horatio decided to take his wife and four daughters on a holiday to England. And, not only did they need the rest — DL Moody needed the help. He was traveling around Britain on one of his great evangelistic campaigns. Horatio and Anna planned to join Moody in late 1873. And so, the Spaffords traveled to New York in November, from where they were to catch the French steamer ‘Ville de Havre’ across the Atlantic. Yet just before they set sail, a last-minute business development forced Horatio to delay. Not wanting to ruin the family holiday, Spafford persuaded his family to go as planned. He would follow on later. With this decided, Anna and her four daughters sailed East to Europe while Spafford returned West to Chicago. Just nine days later, Spafford received a telegram from his wife in Wales. It read: “Saved alone.”
On November 2nd 1873, the ‘Ville de Havre’ had collided with ‘The Lochearn’, an English vessel. It sank in only 12 minutes, claiming the lives of 226 people. Anna Spafford had stood bravely on the deck, with her daughters Annie, Maggie, Bessie and Tanetta clinging desperately to her. Her last memory had been of her baby being torn violently from her arms by the force of the waters. Anna was only saved from the fate of her daughters by a plank which floated beneath her unconscious body and propped her up. When the survivors of the wreck had been rescued, Mrs. Spafford’s first reaction was one of complete despair. Then she heard a voice speak to her, “You were spared for a purpose.” And she immediately recalled the words of a friend, “It’s easy to be grateful and good when you have so much, but take care that you are not a fair-weather friend to God.”

Upon hearing the terrible news, Horatio Spafford boarded the next ship out of New York to join his bereaved wife. Bertha Spafford (the fifth daughter of Horatio and Anna born later) explained that during her father’s voyage, the captain of the ship had called him to the bridge. “A careful reckoning has been made”, he said, “and I believe we are now passing the place where the de Havre was wrecked. The water is three miles deep.” Horatio then returned to his cabin and penned the lyrics of his great hymn.
The words which Spafford wrote that day come from 2 Kings 4:26. They echo the response of the Shunammite woman to the sudden death of her only child. Though we are told “her soul is vexed within her”, she still maintains that ‘It is well.” And Spafford’s song reveals a man whose trust in the Lord is as unwavering as hers was.
It would be very difficult for any of us to predict how we would react under circumstances similar to those experienced by the Spaffords. But we do know that the God who sustained them would also be with us.
No matter what circumstances overtake us may we be able to say with Horatio Spafford…”It is well with my soul.”

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The stillbirthday paradigm maintains that every SBD doula has the right to autonomy and to maintain his or her own personal convictions while still serving those whose circumstances may find themselves outside of those convictions.  We believe this approach is not only possible, but is essential to the health of each doula and to his or her construct of service.  As such, while I am the founder of stillbirthday and maintain this safe place for each doula to determine their own moral construct, it is important that this same provision be made for me to authentically serve as well.  As a doula, my moral construct mirrors that which I embody in my personal journey, and that is one that maintains the biblical God as the centerpiece of my decisions and my path.  I rely on the power of the Holy Spirit for discernment, direction and provision.  I believe in the power of prayer, the power of miracles, and the power of hope.  But I also believe in the need of acceptance, of relinquishing the hope of a miracle to embrace instead the moment when reality begets such a turn.  I believe always in facilitating and aiming toward the least amount of room for regret as it is a mighty force to reckon with.  These beliefs are emphasized most strongly in support prior to birth.   I also believe in the mighty power of redemption, of healing, of mercy and of a hope renewed.  These latter beliefs are often emphasized most strongly in support after birth or in reflection of circumstances through the process of a person’s redefinition of self and of life.   This is the uncompromising premise from which I serve as an individual.

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Told by: Dr. Robert J. Gatto, Jr.

On April 8, 2008 my wife, kids and I lost a full term baby girl named “Adalyn Kathryn”.  I have
lost loved ones before.  Some were lost tragically and some were not.  With the older ones I always said, “well, he lived a good life” or “boy, we’ll miss her…but at least she isn’t suffering any more.”
With the younger ones I often said, “how tragic” or “that’s too bad”. 

As is customary with human nature, I often thought I hope my own children, relatives or friends take care of
themselves and make good decisions.

 

Losing a child is a completely unique experience, which is so abstract that most can’t comprehend the gravity of it.  To those without children, it may be even harder to grasp.  It is easy to think that a baby who never blinks their eyes would be easier to grieve, or even forget, than one which reciprocates with human movement or emotion.  I say that is simply not the case.

 

You prepare for months for the coming arrival.  You spend a few nights swearing over the Chinese-made crib assembly.  You fold the towels and onesies.  You pick up newborn diapers every time you go for groceries thinking that you are being fiscally shrewd.  Then the news comes and the bottom falls out from the comfy-cozy nest you have constructed.

 

Feelings of stupidity abound.  Why in the heck did I buy those diapers?  I wonder who could use them? 

 

My wife was sent home to regroup after the news of the baby’s death. I came home from work and we made some quick arrangements.  Then we were off to the hospital for the induction.  We never thought about the decisions to come.  Would we hold the baby?  Should we use the name we picked out or save it?  What about baptism?  Then you start to make yourself feel guilty.  What kind of selfish jerk am I actually considering the use of the name for another baby?

 

There was an air of denial in the birthing chamber.  At times we had discussions about things unrelated to the issue at hand.  My wife prayed that the tests were wrong.  I suppose that must be a defense mechanism of some kind.  Selye’s stress adaptation response was in full effect.  Fight or flight carried us through the birth.  When the baby came there was a surge of emotion both because of tiredness and the sadness associated with seeing a dead baby.

 

I cried and did not want to let go of Addie.  I continued to tell her I loved her as if some invisible part of her soul was lingering around the room to hear me.  She was warm and soft at first because moments before she was snuggled in my wife’s womb.  It was almost as if she would wake up.  Her chin and jaw were supple and when you moved her it looked like she was suckling.
She looked like my other kids when they were born. 

 

Within the hour she was changing.  Still beautiful, but the rosy glow of her flesh had disappeared.  We had her
baptized by our priest who made a special trip from the next town prior to his 9:00 AM mass.

 

Men and women grieve differently.  My wife kept asking “Why did this happen?”  I was sad and then I got
mad.  I cursed God, asking what our family did to deserve such a crap storm.
I would rant and rave and then feel guilty.  What did I do?  I had better apologize and ask for forgiveness or I might spend eternity in damnation!  This went on for several weeks.  After a while, I realized that my beef with
God was some kind of transference of anger, which really had no other target. 

Turning to God became helpful.  At first, however, asking God for help felt like giving into the enemy!
Like he had stolen something from me.

 

Now we visit the cemetery every few days.  We water the flowers there.  Our four and two year old children actually
run around and play.  My wife cries in public, I do so in private.  Speaking of the events to literally thousands of patients over the last few months has helped me come to terms with my feelings.

 

As a father, the loss of a baby can bring on feelings of efficacy.  You are supposed to protect your children, but in this case I was stripped of that God given duty.  You are truly humbled by the way that life can turn on a dime.

 

I believe that I will always mourn our loss.  I will wonder what Addie would have been like.  At times I can still get a little angry but I still have faith.  I have to remember not to take it out on my family, as I do sometimes when I have been thinking.  I realize how precious each life actually is and hope that such a thing never has to happen to anyone I know again.

 

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My Clinic Birth Experience

Told by: A Heroic Mother

On July 5, 2010 my husband and I excitedly arrived for our appointment at the scanning
center to find out the sex of our 2nd baby.  We had waited weeks to tell our daughter if she was going to have a little brother or sister and our excitement was mounting.

I was about five and a half months pregnant and after non evasive testing, had been told that the baby was normal.  As the doctor started the scan he showed us the different parts of the baby.
He then stated to us, “that this does not look good.”  He saw that the baby’s feet were clubbed, and he saw a white spot that was unidentifiable to him on the baby’s spine.  He told us that it was very possible the baby had spina bifida, but was unsure.  He said that he baby’s measurements were lagging behind as well.  We of course were in shock.  He recommended an amnio to see if there was anything genetically wrong with the baby, and we complied with the test.  And this is how our story begins.

For an amnio test it takes approximately two weeks to get the test back.  I had one with my daughter as I was just reaching that magic age of 35 years old, when the medical profession puts the fear of God in you that if you try to conceive, because of your “oldness” there will be problems.  I received the FISH test results back which came back that the baby was genetically normal.
Of course I was relieved. My husband and I met with my OBGYN who told me that he did not believe things were as bad as the scanning doctor had made them out to be.  He advised us that “club feet”  were nothing to fear and they were able to be fixed upon birth.  He said that the unidentifiable spot on the bottom of the spine was just that..an
unidentifiable spot.  He said that they see them all the time on the scan and they turn out to be nothing.  He gave us the best advice so far….Don’t  worry until there’s something to worry about.

We received the full amnio test results back two weeks later.  A healthy baby boy.  No one can imagine the weight that was lifted off our shoulders.  God had answered our prayers.

After seeing our OBGYN again it was determined that we simply had a small baby with club feet.  No spina bifida, no genetic defects.  I was finally able to relax.  Two weeks later I went back to the scanning doctor’s office so they could see the growth of the baby.  I was just entering the last trimester of my pregnancy and preparing for my son’s arrival.
This time, we saw a different doctor at the scanning facility.  (I believe this was the 3rd one, we never had the same doctor twice)  As we watched the baby on the screen she said she was unable to take the baby’s measurements exactly, as the baby was bobbing up and down…….not characteristic of a healthy baby.  She also said that the baby’s arms and feet were turned in, and she believed his measurements were several months behind.  We were told very frankly that it was very unlikely the baby would survive to birth and if he did, would die soon after birth.

Our scanning doctor, whom we just met fifteen minutes earlier, advised us, to terminate our baby.  Her candidness and lack of compassion was not met kindly by either my husband nor I and we let her know…….loudly.

We marched downstairs to my OBGYN’s office to speak to him and to tell him what the scanning doctor had told us.  Of course, he was not in, and our poor nurse and the office assistants who stood nearby to overhear the agony we were experiencing soaked up our story.  And I thank them everyday for being the one’s who listened and cared.

The next day found us sitting in my OBGYN’s office after his consultation with the scanning doctor.  He told us he was sorry, what he thought was a small baby with club feet was wrong.  He said he believed since the baby was genetically normal, a virus had crossed the placenta and caused the malformations on the baby.  He told us a baby such as ours, likely would not survive to be born and if he did, would die soon after birth.  If a baby like ours would survive, it would have to be institutionalized due to possible brain damage and severe defects.  We would have to make the decision that no parent wants to make for their child.  My OBGYN advised us we could either terminate or I would come in weekly until the heartbeat of the baby stopped, and I would then deliver.  For my health reasons, the doctor recommended termination.

Our decision was to terminate.

Mine was not exactly a choice, my baby was dying, and I was told that this could be detrimental to me if he was not delivered when he was.  It was hard sitting through
this part.  I suspect they legally have to do it.
Because I was so far along in my pregnancy, I was unable to respond to a clinic in my state, I was given 2 alternatives of clinics in the country; one in Colorado and the other in Georgia.  I selected one, and was given their information from my scanning doctor; simply the name of the clinic and a phone number.  They initially advised that they would assist
me in setting up the procedure, however I received no assistance whatsoever.  The last scanning doctor that I spoke with said that we could come in her office and speak with her,
however, her rudeness had really turned our stomachs towards her.  We had no assistance.  I am unable to say the word abortion in our situation, as it is too painful for me.

I set up the appointment on the phone myself.

That Monday, we set out to our destination, angry, scared and heartbroken.  It was a long trip.

My initial appointment was on Tuesday morning.
I was only allowed one visitor to come with me.

Mine was considered a late term abortion and would take three days.

Make sure you voice why you are there if it is a case like mine.

My husband and I had to sit through a video about the procedure, reproduction and birth control.  It was to us…….humiliating.  We sat down with the doctor again who listened to our situation.

I will try my best to refrain from talking about the personality of the doctor as I know his
traits can be found in other physicians as well.  We’ll say…..we did not mesh well.

The procedure was very painful and lasted three days.  They did not tell me about the pain.

Seaweed laminaria were inserted into the cervix as these were supposed to dilate the cervix naturally.
I cannot say enough how there is nothing natural about this process, and, it’s extremely painful.

On the second day, he put several shots into my cervix to deaden it as he was going to insert even more laminaria.  The shots were extremely painful…they were like stinging in your body.
More of the seaweed laminaria were then inserted which were very uncomfortable.  We then left.   I was able to walk around, but at times I had to sit down because I was in pain.

The third day was when the actual procedure was done, when my baby was born.
I was extremely sore where as I did not want anyone to touch me.
They performed an ultrasound, and then they started an IV with Pitocin which would induce labor.  I then played the waiting game for approximately 3-4 hours until I started dilating to around 4-5 cenimeters.  The nurses would check me periodically.  I was then given some type of drug to relax me and taken back into the room  (the drug didn’t work well).  The doctor then put more shots into my cervix, of course almost unbearable for me at that time.  It was supposed to deaden my cervix but did not do the job.  The doctor then delivered my baby using forceps.
This process was very painful as well.
I felt it all.  My husband was not allowed to come in with me.

I was alone, with strangers, and in unbearable pain.
After the delivery they used a suction to clean out the afterbirth. I am thankful I had a nurse in with me to hold my hand.

When we initially met with the doctor, we had asked to hold the baby after delivery.  They told us they would try to meet these wishes of ours.  After delivery, I was told by a nurse that it would not be a good idea to view the baby.  They said they could place the baby in a basket and put a blanket over him.
At this time I agreed.  My husband and I were placed back in a room where the nurse brought us our baby in the basket.  We asked to be alone in which they complied.  At that point we took off the blanket and were able to meet our baby.
We had approximately fifteen minutes with our baby which were very personal and private.

The hardest thing was giving him back….as his place was with us.

I went through the normal stages after birth, just as if I had a normal healthy baby.  It was a long trip home.

Through our process, it seemed as if my husband and I were brushed to the side and had to deal with things ourselves.

My suggestions are to see a professional counselor if you have had to go through a
situation like mine.  An instance like mine is very rare and people just don’t want to talk about it.

I hope this helps another mother…it was hard but I got it out.
It almost seems like a dream sometimes.
Time is a healer, however after a year I still have a broken heart and am very fearful of having a child for fear of finding myself back in the same place.

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