"By today’s standard’s she should have been an unhappy, troubled woman. Her father died when she was quite young, leaving her to be raised by her mother and grandmother. As a result of a doctor’s careless error when she was only six weeks old, she was afflicted with lifelong blindness.
The tragic and traumatic experience of this woman’s childhood years would have given most people more than enough grounds for a lifetime of self-pity, bitterness, and psychological disorders. Yet, in her autobiography, Frances Jane Crosby wrote, “It seemed intended by the blessed Providence of God that I should be blind all my life, and I thank Him for the dispensation.”
The doctor who destroyed her sight never forgave himself and moved from the area, but there was no room in Fanny Crosby’s heart for resentment. “If I could meet him now,” she wrote, “I would say ‘Thank you, thank you’—over and over again—for making me blind.”
The blindness that many would have considered at best an accident, and at worst a curse, was considered by Fanny to be one of her greatest blessings. She accepted her blindness as a gift from God. “I could not have written thousands of hymns,” she said, “if I had been hindered by the distractions of seeing all the interesting and beautiful objects that would have been presented to my notice.”
Fanny’s first poem, written when she was eight years old, reflects the perspective that was hers until her death at the age of ninety-five:
Oh, what a happy child I am,
Although I cannot see!
I am resolved that in this world
Contented I will be.
How many blessing I enjoy
That other people don’t
So weep of sight because I’m blind,
I cannot, no I won’t!
For over a century, the Church has reaped the rich benefits of one woman’s thankful heart, as we sing “To God Be the Glory,” Blessed Assurance,” “Redeemed,” “All the Way My Saviour Leads Me,” and countless others of the 8,000 songs that Fanny Crosby wrote in her lifetime.
In a world that has forgotten how to be grateful; the example of this beloved, blind hymn-writer seems extraordinary, if not downright odd! But, oh, what a price we pay for our personal collective ingratitudes!"
The tragic and traumatic experience of this woman’s childhood years would have given most people more than enough grounds for a lifetime of self-pity, bitterness, and psychological disorders. Yet, in her autobiography, Frances Jane Crosby wrote, “It seemed intended by the blessed Providence of God that I should be blind all my life, and I thank Him for the dispensation.”
The doctor who destroyed her sight never forgave himself and moved from the area, but there was no room in Fanny Crosby’s heart for resentment. “If I could meet him now,” she wrote, “I would say ‘Thank you, thank you’—over and over again—for making me blind.”
The blindness that many would have considered at best an accident, and at worst a curse, was considered by Fanny to be one of her greatest blessings. She accepted her blindness as a gift from God. “I could not have written thousands of hymns,” she said, “if I had been hindered by the distractions of seeing all the interesting and beautiful objects that would have been presented to my notice.”
Fanny’s first poem, written when she was eight years old, reflects the perspective that was hers until her death at the age of ninety-five:
Oh, what a happy child I am,
Although I cannot see!
I am resolved that in this world
Contented I will be.
How many blessing I enjoy
That other people don’t
So weep of sight because I’m blind,
I cannot, no I won’t!
For over a century, the Church has reaped the rich benefits of one woman’s thankful heart, as we sing “To God Be the Glory,” Blessed Assurance,” “Redeemed,” “All the Way My Saviour Leads Me,” and countless others of the 8,000 songs that Fanny Crosby wrote in her lifetime.
In a world that has forgotten how to be grateful; the example of this beloved, blind hymn-writer seems extraordinary, if not downright odd! But, oh, what a price we pay for our personal collective ingratitudes!"
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