Thursday, October 26, 2006

Thoughts between daughter and Father III


The daughter was reminded of a mighty word and a piercing: “Come, My people, enter thou into thy chambers, and shut the doors about thee: hide thyself as if it were for a little moment, until the indignation is overpast.”

“Obey that word,” said her Father.

“Earnestly carry forth the light; but forget not to shut thy door.”


Her thoughts said, “What of people who never had a chance?”

Her Father said to her,

“Trust Me not to disappoint thy trust. Dost thou think that the little thread of human life which thou seest is all there is to see? Think of what thou knowest and hast proved of My ways, and believe that what thou dost not know is at least as loving as what thou knowest and hast proved."


The daughter was grieved because some whom she had hoped to help would not even look at her Lord. They were trying to satisfy themselves with husks. They were playing with phantoms.

As she thought sorrowfully of those dear to her, who were so near and yet so far, she remembered how they and she together had looked at a reflection of a mountain in still water. It was the reflection that first caught their attention. But presently they raised their eyes to the mountain.

“Reflect Me,” her Father said to her then.

“They will look at thee. Then they will look up, and see Me. And the stiller the water the more perfect the reflection.


Her thoughts said, “I am distressed because of some very dear to me who have drifted away.”

Her Father said,

“They are very dear to Me, too. Mine is a following love. And when they return, My love will run to meet them.”

Her thoughts said, “What of one who walked in the straight way of faith, but, being lured by the will-o’-the-wisp of false teaching, is wandering in the swamp?

Her Father said,

“I have stepping stones in every swamp.”

Then the daughter worshipped, saying, “O Sovereign Lord, Thou Lover of souls, all the springs of my hope are in Thee.” And like music played softly, melodious words sounded in her ears, “These things I have spoken unto you, that in Me ye might have peace.”


Note: More beautiful thoughts from the inner prayer dialogue of Amy Carmichael, as she talked to her Father about the issues of life and personal challenges around her. God used her to rescue many young girls from ritual Hindu temple prostitution, and wrought miracles through her prayer life. Here is another glimpse into that prayer life. May it bless you today!


Allen Patterson said...

A mighty word indeed, and one that is hard not to weep over as I look at the stepping stones in the swamps of my own past. Thank you for this meditation!

Loy Mershimer said...

Thanks, AP!

A mighty word indeed, and one that moved me before I posted it...

Amy is so humble that she wrote this under a pseudonym, as it were, and yet it comes straight out of her spiritual life, her prayer. Very challenging and comforting at the same time!

And, of course, you are welcome!