Friday . . . from the archives
You know, most of the time–as I freely admit in the sidebar–I am writing these posts mainly for myself. This is a post I actually wrote quite awhile ago, but somehow never posted. Again, we hear from Amy Carmichael. This seems to be taken from a letter she wrote in response to someone else’s, someone who was experiencing dryness in prayer, and someone who had sent her some dried myrtle.
You are sitting on the well-side with your Lord who once was weary and sat thus on the well. You don’t see Him, but He is there. You are His honoured one: “Blessed are they that have not seen and yet have believed.”
The bog myrtle you gave me is in my Daily Light, and every day its sweetness is a special little joy to me. It knows nothing of that. It only knows it is dried up, a…
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