All the way

All the way my Savior leads me, cheers each winding path I tread;
Gives me grace for every trial, feeds me with the living Bread.
Though my weary steps may falter, and my soul athirst may be,
Gushing from the Rock before me, Lo! A spring of joy I see.

Fanny Crosby wrote these words along with many of the hymns we still sing today. Though she was blinded by an incompetent doctor at six weeks of age, she wrote over 8,000 hymns. Of her blindness, she said this:

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.

Part of life is not knowing what will occur next, who we’ll meet, or what new doors will open or close. We often fear the unknown because it takes the control out of our hands. But if we could launch into this new month of August with the assurance that Fanny had, we would walk in the confidence that God will weave all things together to fit into his design and purpose.

For I know, whate’er befall me, Jesus doeth all things well.

“Faith is maintaining confidence in His character, not in your circumstances.”  Let this be the wisdom that guides you this week and this month.