I had so much trouble singing the hymn It Is Well With My Soul, when Steven was dying. I was so righteous about it, when it came to that part in the song I would refuse to sing. I'm sure God was getting the message. It reminded me of when I went to St. Mary's Catholic Church with my grandmother. When we would read the Nicene Creed in the beginning of the hymnbook, I refused to read the part about believing in the one Catholic Church. At the time I went to a different church and couldn't say the words if I didn't know for sure I believed them.
But today, although life is hard, I can sing. Even the part, It Is Well With My Soul.