It Is Well

Charina Urban
Jan 30, 2018
3 min read

A few months ago, for my 25th birthday, I got a tattoo.

I tried posting photos of it several times, but the eloquent explanation of its meaning I had in my head just wouldn't transfer to the keyboard.

It's a simple tattoo; Just three little words. But for me, these three small words serve as a daily reminder to breathe and rest in the assurance that someone far greater than me is in control. That through all things, it is well.

When my family of six found ourselves in financial crisis and without a home, the Holy Father in all His mercy, provided us a room to live for a year.

And it was well.

When my papa was given only a few months to live and we had to watch him suffer in pain for a year through countless radiations and chemo treatments, the Spirit softened his heart. My papa turned back to Jesus and lived out his final days praising a God he had denied for a quarter of a century.

And it was well.

When the tiny, one-blinking-stoplight town I grew up in was rocked to its core with a tragedy of losing four of its most promising citizens, my peers and good friends, God gave the fifth one his life back. And with him, hope to an entire town who so desperately needed it.

And it was well.

When I got the acceptance letter to the college of my dreams with the bill neither my parents or I could ever afford, the Divine One stepped in and made a pathway to Oklahoma Christian University.

And it was well.

When I finally had the courage after two years to leave an abusive relationship with a boy who had no idea what it meant to be a man, God gave me the strength to walk away.

And it was well.

When at 21, I finally had a reason for the years of being terrified of doing anything unfamiliar, of chest tightening and body crippling panic attacks, and random emotional breakdowns, the Prince of Peace comforted me and provided help I had never considered.

And it was well.

When countless blood tests and two surgeries finally determined I had Endometriosis, and the fear of never being able to carry my own child set in, the ultimate Healer heard my cries. He gave me the greatest gift I have ever known in a moment of total shock and a positive sign on a pee stick.

And it was well.

When at my first real post-college job lies were spread about me, my character was questioned, and I began to doubt who God intended for me to be, He assured me His plan was greater than I ever thought possible.

And it was well.

When I sat crying in my car almost daily because I hated being at a job where I had to watch families suffer and sacrifice time with my own child, He provided me a way out. God lead me to a career in a place full of joy and promise in less than 48 hours.

And it was well.

The truth is, it doesn't matter at all what I have been through, the sorrows and trials I have faced, or the cards I've been dealt.

What matters, is that the Holy and Merciful Father was there with me every step of the way. What matters, is that the Lord of Lords and King of Kings MADE IT WELL.

What matters, is that He will continue to make all things well.

And so, when I become overwhelmed by life, feel an inevitable anxiety attack rising up, or simply do not understand how or why, I can just look down at my wrist. I can read three small words, take a deep breath, and know that through it all, it is well.