He sent his wife and four children to England for a vacation. His plan was to join them after some business was finished. The ship sank on the way across the Atlantic and only the wife survived of his family. On his way over to meet his grieving wife, the location of the accident was navigated.
Horatio Spafford, the father and husband, in his agony and pain penned these words.
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
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate
And has 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 Lord shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul
No, I would not want that trial to befall me, but if it did, I have the assurance of having the same Savior.
Philippians 4:13
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
Think about it.
Gary