What do you call an overcast when it’s below your feet? This is a situation that occurs quite often here in the Blue Ridge. The drive up was not just foggy, but also dark… quite foreboding in terms of my expectations, and yet, beauty was there to be revealed from my perch at Rough Ridge. To the left far below, you can see the bridge from which I took this image: www.flickr.com/photos/snapdraggin/30494945821/in/datepost….
Clouds like these seem so much like ocean billows where the mountain tops poke through like islands… it reminded of the hymn It is Well with My Soul, which seems timely given the upset of late with our nation and with others around the world. A little lesson concerning this encouraging song for those who do not know: Horatio Spafford was a successful Chicago lawyer who had invested in property throughout the city… already devastated by the death of his two-year-old son, the Great Chicago Fire of 1871 left him in financial ruin. While the economic downturn of 1873 made matters worse for him, he decided to go through with plans he and his family made to travel Europe. At the last minute, he sent his family ahead of him, as he was delayed with concerns of zoning problems after the fire. While crossing the Atlantic aboard the SS Ville du Havre, the ship sank rapidly after a collision with another vessel, the Loch Earn, and all four of Spafford’s daughters died. His wife Anna survived and sent him the now famous telegram, “Saved alone …”. Shortly afterward, as Spafford traveled to meet his grieving wife, he was inspired to write these astounding words as his ship passed near where his daughters had died:
A stunning version of this song by 4 Him: www.youtube.com/watch?v=_jc0a1CwaeM