Dark Hour

Sometimes our journey of life will lead us through some dark days. We often become people of disappointment and frustrations.

"It's not fair." I remember hearing these words often from two young children. My word of reply was often, "Life's not fair" or "Who said that life has to be fair."

Whatever comes our way that causes the darkness of travel, remember:

"The darkest hour is but 60 minutes."

Have a good day!
Love,
Dad


All the Way My Savior Leads Me
(Fanny Crosby, 1820-1915)

All the way my Savior leads me; What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy, Who thro' life has been my guide?
Heav'nly peace, divinest comfort, Here by faith in Him to dwell!
For I know whate'er befall me, Jesus doeth all things well;
For I know whate'er befall me, Jesus doeth all things well.

All the way my Savior leads me; Cheers each winding path I tread,
Gives me peace for ev'ry trial, Feeds me with the living bread;
Tho' my weary steps may falter, And my soul athirst may be,
Gushing from the Rock before me, Lo! a spring of joy I see;
Gushing from the Rock before me, Lo! a spring of joy I see.

All the way my Savior leads me; Oh, the fullness of His love!
Perfect rest to me is promised in my Father's house above:
When my spirit, clothed immortal, Wings its flight to realms of day,
This my song thro' endless ages: Jesus led me all the way;
This my song thro' endless ages: Jesus led me all the way.


An excerpt from the book "Then Sings My Soul" regarding the writing of this hymn:

"'...that you may be filled with the knowledge of His will in all wisdom and spiritual understanding.' Colossians 1:9

When Fanny Crosby wrote, 'All the way my Savior leads me,/What have I to ask beside?' she was expressing her own testimony of God's guidance. Even her blindness, she realized, was part of His plan.
When Fanny was about six weeks old, her parents had realized with alarm that something was wrong with her eyes. The local doctor was away, but the Crosbys found a man-no one afterward recalled his name-who claimed to be a physician. He put hot poultice on the baby's inflamed eyes, insisting it would draw out the infection. The infection did clear up, but white scars appeared, and in the months that followed the baby registered no response to objects held before her. As it turned out, Fanny was not totally blind. Even in old age she could discern day from night. But her vision was gone.
Yet this stimulated other gifts, such as her phenomenal memory. As a child, Fanny memorized whole sections of the Bible, including most of the Pentateuch, the four gospels, all of Proverbs, and vast portions of other books. Whenever she wanted to 'read' a passage, she just turned there in her mental 'Bible' and read it verbatim. 'This Holy Book,' she said when eighty-five, 'has nurtured my entire life.'
Years later, Fanny viewed her blindness as a special gift from God, believing He had given her a particular 'soul-vision' which equipped her for a special work. 'It was the best thing that could have happened to me,' she declared, 'How in the world could I have lived such a helpful life had I not been blind?'
'Don't blame the doctor,' Fanny said on another occasion. 'He is probably dead by this time. But if I could meet him, I would tell him that he unwittingly did me the greatest favor in the world.'

Though this hymn expressed Fanny Crosby's lifelong testimony, it was prompted by a specific incident in 1874. One day she didn't have enough money to pay her rent. Just as she committed the matter to God in prayer, a stranger appeared at her door and pressed a ten-dollar bill in her hand before disappearing. It was the very amount needed. That night, she wrote the words to 'All the Way My Savior Leads Me.''