By: Christy Cabe
I remember the somber voices singing at my mother’s funeral.
I sat beside my dad, near the front of the church, as the crowd behind us led and echoed the chorus of the hymn “It Is Well.”
It Is Well
It Is Well
With My Soul
With My Soul
And though I was a child, a fifth-grade girl sitting in shock and grief near her mother’s casket, I understood.
Deep down, I knew it was true.