Well, this morning it’s off to the kidney doctor to find out what is meant by the euphemism “some impairment of the kidney.” I still haven’t got the stronger blood pressure medicine I need and my pressure is still exceedingly high.
I suppose it’s easy to say “sing louder” when things are going well and you don’t really need to sing. Ten weeks ago, I was as healthy as a horse. At least I thought I was. Now this blood pressure business is like a leak in the bottom of the boat, and nobody’s found a way to stop it yet.
So I present this classic hymn by Fanny Crosby, who wrote over 8,000 hymns before she died, in her nineties. Fanny was blind. As a six-week-old baby, a doctor put mustard poultices on her eyes to treat a cold. It’s possible–I’d say likely!–that this treatment caused her blindness.
But blind she was, and who wouldn’t consider that a serious affliction? Notwithstanding, it didn’t stop her from writing thousands of hymns that are loved and sung to this day.
I once heard a man say, on a Christian radio show, “You don’t understand because you ain’t been tribulatin’ yet.” That was years ago; today it sounds like wisdom.
My friends, I thank the Lord for the prayers you make on my behalf.
P.S.–The hymn shop is open day and night. If there’s a hymn you’d like to have posted on this blog, all you gotta do is ask!