She was blind. The nuances of dancing shadows filtered through high-towering trees as they touched patches of fallen leaves, tufts of mossy grass, and sparkling droplets of dew dropping down from drooping leaves…unseen by her eyes. Fanny Crosby didn’t see what I see, but she often saw what I fail to see. Today when I hear the music and meditate on those words written more than 100 years ago, I see what Fannie Crosby must have seen. Summer, fall, winter, spring – whatever the season of life, I have a Blessed Assurance – Jesus Is Mine. If my journeys are taking me through valleys, over mountains, across bountiful or barren lands, or leading me across dry parched circumstances…I have wonderful refreshment awaiting me – Blessed Assurance, Jesus Is Mine.
Blessed Assurance, Jesus Is Mine
From an entry in the book 101 Hymn Stories by Kenneth Osbeck, I discovered the story of Blessed Assurance. After an amateur musician friend, Phoebe Knapp, played her original melody for Fannie, she asked, “Fannie, what does it say?” Fannie replied, “Blessed Assurance, Jesus Is Mine.”
When my daughter, Sharon Dawn, wrote her own arrangement of this beautiful song, I knew I wanted to illustrate it through my camera lens. Perhaps what Fannie felt when she heard the music is what I feel when I see the images.
Take a few moments and let music and beauty join hands to bring your heart refreshment and rest. Let the message fill you with confidence and assurance.
How about you? As you face mountains and valleys along your journey, do you have that confidence that Fannie Crosby wrote about? I’d really like to hear from you.