Friday, November 20, 2009
It would have been easy for her to do nothing.
At six weeks old, she caught a cold that led to inflammation in her eyes.
A doctor prescribed mustard plasters for treatment.
The treatment blinded her.
When she was eight years old, she wrote:
Oh what a happy soul I am,
Although I cannot see;
I am resolved that in this world
Contented I will be.
How many blessings I enjoy,
That other people don't;
To weep and sigh because I'm blind,
I cannot, and I won't."
She later remarked:
It seemed intended by the blessed providence of God that I should be blind all my life, and I thank him for the dispensation. If perfect earthly sight were offered me tomorrow I would not accept it. I might not have sung hymns to the praise of God if I had been distracted by the beautiful and interesting things about me.She also once said, "when I get to heaven, the first face that shall ever gladden my sight will be that of my Savior!"
It is estimated she wrote 8000 hymns in her lifetime.
Near the Cross
I Am Thine, O Lord
Near the Cross
Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior
Her mother and grandmother raised her.
They taught her scripture.
They taught her to be thankful for everything, even when the world lacks understanding.
Ninety-four years after her death, her songs are heard everyday, still blessing.
Thank you, Fanny, for choosing to be used.
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on the day-and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing. 2 Timothy 4:7-8