Kindred Spirits
I never met her but I feel that I know her well; Amy Carmichael. She died in 1951 at the age of 83, the year after I was born, but when I read her books and poetry, age and the separation of years is irrelevant. She is a tremendous role model and inspiration, but also a kindred spirit, and often I see a string of words that she wrote and my heart sings, "Me too!" January 31st was such a day. Edges of His Ways , is a collection of some of the thoughts that she recorded to share with her "family" at Dohnavur, the community and refuge she founded in India. On the page for January 31st, she wrote: ...As each new day begins it is true to say, I have not passed this way heretofore; joys that I never met before will meet me today; surprises are awaiting to delight me... I too, know the Father who loves to delight his daughter and I laugh with delight at the surprises when they come. Later that day, as I was driving down some snowy highway in bright sunshine, bound for a de...