When I was eighteen, I read a book* that became a defining influence upon my life. It was a biography written by Elisabeth Elliot about the life of Amy Carmichael who was missionary to India in the early 1900s. As a young woman in Ireland, Amy felt God calling her to give up the pursuits and pleasures of the world and become fully consecrated to Him.
“Sorry, we cannot help you. It would be too humbling,” the pastor replied bluntly in response to Amy’s question. Amy Carmichael, a missionary to India in the early 1900s, was trying to find Christian women who could assist her in caring for the many needy babies and children that had been brought to her doorstep.
A Brief RecapIn the first installment of this article, I shared how the Lord awakened my heart to the plight of vulnerable children worldwide and began my journey into orphan work. He gently opened my young, 12-year-old eyes to behold the devastating realities of children who had been orphaned, abandoned, and abused.
The weighted ivory keys beckoned me closer. Accepting their invitation, I drew out the piano bench, arranged my sheet music, and arched my fingers slightly. As the first notes of Beethoven’s Für Elise lingered in the air, I was transported from the parlor to a place of soul that didn’t exist before I began piano lessons. Let it be known — I am far from a piano prodigy.
Has anything taken a place in our heart that is reserved for One?There it was – another testimonial. Someone started taking a health supplement and within weeks their life was drastically changed for the better. For two years I had been taking this particular brand of supplement, hoping to see improvement in some of my long-term health issues.
No one can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or else he will be loyal to the one and despise the other.Matthew 6:24It was a warm September evening, twenty-three years ago. I sat quietly on my bed, gazing through my open window at the brilliant colors that lit up the sky as the sun slowly dipped below the horizon. It was a beautiful scene, but I coul
I sat in a wing-back chair by the blazing fireplace, surrounded by friends on a Wednesday night; our weekly life-group meeting was underway. As I read aloud from Acts 2, I caught myself pausing when I came to verse 42: “...and they devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer” (Acts 2:42, NIV).
I watched the funds in our bank account dwindle with every passing day. Abrupt recent changes to our economy had negatively affected both my husband’s and my job. We didn’t have much income on the horizon, and I was waking up daily with a sense of fear and restlessness about the future.
During most of my single years I was on a desperate search for true love. I was convinced that if I could only find the right guy—the knight in shining armor I’d always dreamed of—I would finally be happy and fulfilled. Despite my fairy tale ideals