The History of Suffering: Fanny Crosby’s Gift of Darkness

 

πŸŒ‘ The History of Suffering: Fanny Crosby’s Gift of Darkness


πŸ•Š️ The Blind Woman Who Saw Better Than We Do

At six weeks old, a doctor’s mistake took her sight forever.

Most would call that a tragedy. Fanny Crosby called it a blessing.

"If perfect earthly sight were offered me tomorrow, I would not accept it," she once said. "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 couldn’t see the sunrise, but she felt its warmth. She couldn’t see a child’s smile, but she knew the Savior’s.

The world took her eyes.
Heaven gave her vision.


πŸ”₯ Why Suffering Can Be a Gift

Fanny wrote more than 8,000 hymns, many born from pain:

  • “Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross” – the prayer of one who had nowhere else to lean.

  • “Safe in the Arms of Jesus” – written after losing her only child.

  • “Blessed Assurance” – penned in a small, poor apartment, not a palace.

She gave away much of her earnings to the poor, living simply so others could live.

She understood Philippians 4:11–13:
"I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content… I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me."

She lived Ether 12:27:
"My grace is sufficient for all… my strength is made perfect in weakness."


πŸ‘‚ The First Face She Would Ever See

Fanny memorized the Bible—Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, Deuteronomy, and all four Gospels—by age 10.

Why? Because she couldn’t read it with her eyes, only with her heart.

And she believed this:
"The first face I shall ever behold will be the face of my Savior."

What others called loss, she called gain. What others called darkness, she called light.


❤️ What About Us?

Fanny Crosby’s life preaches louder than her hymns:

Suffering is not just something to endure; it’s something to offer.
Every tear can water a seed of faith.
Every weakness can become a window for His glory.

Maybe that’s why the hymns of a blind woman still make the whole world sing.


πŸ™ A Prayer for the Broken

"Lord, when suffering comes, teach me not to waste it.
Give me Fanny’s faith.
Turn my weakness into a song.
And if You must take my sight to make me see—
so be it, Lord.
Just let the first face I ever see be Yours.
Amen."

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