• “If our children were to grow up truthful they much be taught by those who had a regard for truth; and not just a casual regard, a delicate regard. On this point we were adamant.” – Amy Carmichael (Gold Cord)

April 25 – Daily Strength for Daily Needs

_Surely, I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child_.–PS. cxxxi. 2.

Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, Make me teachable and mild, Upright, simple, free from art, Make me as a weaned child; From distrust and envy free, Pleased with all that pleaseth Thee.
J. NEWTON.
Oh! look not after great things: small breathings, small desires after the Lord, if true and pure, are sweet beginnings of life. Take heed of despising “the day of small things,” by looking after some great visitation, proportionable to thy distress, according to thy eye. Nay, thou must become a child; thou must lose thy own will quite by degrees. Thou must wait for life to be measured out by the Father, and be content with what proportion, and at what time, He shall please to measure.
I. PENINGTON.
“When Israel was a child, then I loved him” (Hosea xi. 1). Aim to be ever this little child, contented with what the Father gives of pleasure or of play; and when restrained from pleasure or from play, and led for a season into the chamber of sorrow, rest quiet on His bosom, and be patient, and smile, as one who is nestled in a sweet and secure asylum.
ANON.

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  • kelli says:

    Oh, yes. This was just what the Doctor ordered for me to read today. Been thinking about the term "crumb of grace" from the passage where the woman was hounding Jesus for healing for her daughter and she said "even the dogs get the crumbs". We may not feel like we're getting a huge revelation, but -- and this said it so well -- we should not despise the "little things" and the "crumbs of grace." These are the beginnings of life . . . and he measures unto us just what we need for the moment.

    • womenof7 says:

      I've been back to reading a lot of Amy Carmichael's poem. I particularly enjoyed the last verse of this one. (From 'The Cool, Green Mere') "The mountain wind blows in my face; I see the water, smell the rain; Yet I am here in mine own place With duties thronging me again-- But the more welcome, the more dear, Because of you, my cool, green mere." Oh how I love streams in the desert! But help me on to the river of knowing you Lord!

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  • “I think of the love of God as a great river, pouring through us even as the waters pour through our ravine at floodtime. Nothing can keep this love from pouring through us, except of course our own blocking of the river. Do you sometimes feel that you have got to the end of your love for someone who refuses and repulses you? Such a thought is folly, for one cannot come to the end of what one has not got. We have no store of love at all. We are not jugs, we are riverbeds.” – Amy Carmichael

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