(shelter)
ANNA: (sits at her desk and thinks about her daughters and her son)
HORATIO: (walks into Anna's room) Anna.
ANNA: (quickly turns around with tears in her eyes) Horatio... (gets off her chair, rushes towards her husband, then holds him tightly) Horatio. Our children. Our precious children.
HORATIO: (holding his wife with tears in his eyes) I know precious, Anna. I know. (closes his eyes) And Lord, haste the day when the 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. (Anna looks at her husband, nods her head, then she goes back into his arms as they hold each other tightly and cry harder)
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It Is Well With My Soul: The Horatio G. Spafford Story
Non-FictionHoratio G. Spafford, loving husband and father. Successful lawyer in 1871 Chicago and he serves God to the best of his ability. One day, his whole life begins to crumble as he unexpectedly faces tremendous losses. Despite the tragedy, he knows that...
