All is Well...

"All is well."
That's the name of the song that pierced my soul last week. 

Let me give you some background: I have never been so harried, so frazzled, so klutzy, and so spazzy as I have in the last couple of weeks.  I have become Lucille Ball.  My life would actually make for a hilarious sitcom right now, if it wasn't in fact my life.

I keep dropping things.  Dropping things and breaking things.  So much so that HTB has taken to carrying fragile items for me and has become a Krazy Glue expert.

Want some examples?  Take yesterday, for instance.

I got up really early and packed for Chicago.  Then I spent a half hour looking for some paperwork for my new camera that I found out later I had actually packed already.  Then I opened my suitcase and smelled my mistake immediately.  Sure enough, red nail polish had leaked in one of my bags, covering and destroying my nerd glasses and random pieces of jewelry.  Then, I went to move my other suitcase (full of Christmas gifts), forgetting it was open, and all its contents were dumped on the floor.  "DON'T LOOK, DON'T LOOK," I shouted frantically as I picked up the gifts and put them back inside.  As I went to sit down and take a load off after a day like that, I put on my slippers... only to find out I had packed two right feet (I have two of the same pairs). 

So now I sit down to this laptop, the one I spilled water on last week and now have to use a mouse instead of the track pad, and I type about how "all is well."

It really is, you know.  Sure, all of the above makes me a bit like a frenzied Lucy, and sure, I am stressed like I've never been stressed.  Yes, my house is a crazy mess of gifts and no place to put them, and of course I have to somehow make room in my house for another person and make it a livable environment.  Yep, I'm getting married in 24 (!) days and still have a to-do list, and yes, Bestie and her husband just moved 2.5 hours away.

But, all is well.  This struck me last week at our church's Christmas cantata.  Bestie was playing beautifully on the piano; I realized this would be the last time I'd hear her play at church for who-knows-how-long.  I began to cry.  But then as the choir sang "All is Well," I listened to the words:

All is well, all is well;
Angels and men rejoice.
For tonight darkness fell
Into the dawn of love's light.
...

All is well, all is well;
Let there be peace on earth.
Christ is come, go and tell
That He is in the manger
...

All is well, all is well;
Lift up your voices and sing.
Born is now Emmanuel
Born is our Lord and Savior.
...

Sing Alleluia
All is well

How can all not be well, when Christ is come and there is a way to have a relationship with God?  Christ was born to die.  He was born to die for me, as the sacrifice for my sins.  No striving for "good works" to save me; no uncertainty if I've been "good enough."  He alone is sufficient as the atonement for my sins.  And because I trust in Him for that salvation, I can truly say, "all is well."

So my friends, is all well for you?  Or do you yet need to put your full faith in the One who was born to die for you?