Sin is a nasty, ugly thing that has put a great divide between us and our Creator. During the past four weeks at church I have been reminded of my sin and its severity, its weight, its burden, its cost.

My sin deserves punishment…it deserves death. Why? Because I, an unholy, unrighteous woman cannot stand before a holy, righteous God in the filth of sin that covers me.

But what makes the Gospel so great, so amazing is that God looks at Satan and says you have been defeated. My children are no longer a slave to sin and to you. They are mine and I am theirs.

How? Our punishment was paid by the only one who could pay it…God himself in human form.

These verses of “It Is Well” reminds of my sin, the price that was paid for it and that I am no longer a slave to my sin. I am forgiven.

        Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, 
 let this blest assurance control, 
 that Christ has 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!