And shall I pray Thee change Thy will, my Father, Until it be according unto mine? But, no, Lord, no, that never shall be, rather I pray Thee blend my human will with Thine. I pray Thee hush the hurrying, eager longing, I pray Thee soothe the pangs of keen desireโ See in my quiet places, wishes throngingโ Forbid them, Lord, purge, though it be with fire.
Amy CarmichaelIf I fear to hold another to the highest goal because it is so much easier to avoid doing so, then I know nothing of Calvary love.
Amy CarmichaelThere may be love, understanding love, all around us, and yet we may be needing some word of life in our own soul, something that would do what only the Divine can do. โLord, to whom shall we go? Thou hast the words of eternal life.
Amy CarmichaelHereby perceive we the love of God, because He laid down His life for us, and we ought to lay down our lives for the brethren." How often I think of that 'ought.' No sugary sentiment there. Just the stern, glorious trumpet call, OUGHT. But can words tell the joy buried deep within? Mine cannot. It laughs at words.
Amy CarmichaelTo me there is no more tragic sight than the average missionary. โฆWe have given so much, yet not the one thing that counts; we aspire so high, and fall so low; we suffer so much, but so seldom with Christ; we have done so much and so little will remain; we have known Christ in part, and have so effectively barricaded our hearts against His mighty love, which surely He must yearn to give His disciples above all people.
Amy Carmichael