This song came to mind today:
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath 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
It is Well with My Soul, Horatio G. Spafford 1873
I found it helpful to look up the definition for buffet:
1.) strike repeatedly and violently; batter
2.) knock over or off course
3.) afflict or harm repeatedly or over a long period
Currently I am not feeling especially burdened by trials, but just a few short weeks ago I was. It seems to come and go often.
Life can be tiring. Additionally, being on a tight, tight budget feels wearisome. Mix that with a busy husband, two kids and all of the unexpected, I feel beat. I think Satan most definitely takes advantage of our vulnerabilities. It is always in these seasons I am most tempted to sin in areas of ingratitude, covetousness, pride and selfishness. Marital arguments tend to abound and frustration with my children is frequent.
This hymn reminds me how critical it is to stay anchored in the good and humbling news of the Gospel. What should my mind and heart be “controlled” by? The assurance of my salvation by the blood of Christ. What joy and peace can be mine when I meditate on the richness of this truth!
Not only is the King of Kings lovingly involved in every detail of my life, but he mercifully took care of my most gaping need and gave me eternal peace.
With Christmas upon us, I’m sure my attention will inevitably be drawn to “things.” Be that decorating things, gifts, seasonal clothing, what have you, my “needs” suddenly fuss to be met. I am grateful for God’s kind reminder to me today to find contentment and genuine joy in His provision. The gift we celebrate receiving each Christmas is the one He already gave. Our hearts can receive afresh the fullness of the gift of a Savior.
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!