Thank you, all who prayed and/or left comments. The time of self-focus has passed, praise God.
Thought for the day:
The solid Rock is sometimes covered by shifting sands, but under the sand, the Rock is always there. Take time and effort to brush away the sand so that your view of the Rock is not obscured.
A friend sent me a link to a very thought-provoking article about women in ministry. I found it quite convicting. I’d love to hear what you all think about it.
And speaking of women’s ministry, if you’ve never read Amy Carmichael, you really should. Mimosa is an incredibly encouraging story. And she has such a lovely way with words. Here’s a paragraph I loved.
Oh, the story loses sadly in the writing. First there is the the poverty of bare words without any of the tender touches of the living telling. And then there is the loss of even what little those same poor words can capture, as they are hammered out in type and sewn up in a book. With every change of element something eludes one–floats away like a fragrance in the air, vanishes like color on the mountains when the living light of dawn passes into ordinary day. Often I have stopped and longed that this rare look into the life of an Indian woman might be given by means of some other sense than that of eye or ear. When shall we be able to think our tales across the sea?
Anyone who has ever done much writing can surely understand her lament. How many, many times I have found that words simply couldn’t convey what I was feeling!