Photo Caption: I have listened to this hymn pretty consistently for two years. George Matheson was a Scottish minister who went blind and was subsequently left by his fiancée who couldn't imagine going through life with a blind husband. He wrote this hymn the night before his sisters wedding. "Something happened to me, which was known only to myself and which caused me the most severe mental suffering. The hymn was the fruit of that suffering." One thing I love about hymns is that they don't shy away from suffering, but show how mature Christians handle situations and seasons of pain and struggle. I am so prone to metaphorically throw myself to the ground and throw a fit in my pain, or wallow in my sadness while refusing to see the truth of who God is. I have had several moments the past few weeks where I realized I struggle with this very thing: believing in a love that will not let me go. But I am grateful for the beautiful lyrics I can sing over and over in these moments that proclaim the Truth. And while I don't know what the future looks like for me, I am holding so tightly to the truth that He is the Love that will not let me go.