It is Well | Paper, foam board, glass bead gel, fiber paste & acrylic paint.
I finished this piece late the night before my final college class. My heart both rejoicing and grieving, I thought of the words to that old hymn, “…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.”

And so with great joy and deep sorrow intermingled together, I whispered, and I knew, “it is well with me.”

I paused to soak it all in before I walked into that studio for class for the final time, knowing that in this place my heart broke, my fears all came true, and still now my body is broken, hurting, breaking, one day wearing out, but my soul, oh my soul, now, it is well.

There was deep sorrow in this season, but even deeper joy and love; God has a way of giving us everything we needed in place of what we thought we wanted. It looked more like a cross to bear than a crown, but as I remember all that was, all He did, all He gave and took away, the only words that make any sense to encompass it all, even now are, “it is well with my soul.”

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