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"If monotony tries me, and I cannot stand drudgery; if stupid people fret me and
the little ruffles set me on edge; if I make much of the trifles of life, then I
know nothing of Calvary love." -Amy Carmichael

“If a sudden jar can cause me to speak an impatient, unloving word, than I know
nothing of Calvary love, for a cup brimful of sweet water cannot spill even one
drop of bitter water however suddenly jolted.”-Amy Carmichael


Thanks to to Elizabeth at A Merry Rose: Blooming As Keeper of My Home for sharing these quotes from Amy Charmichael.

I've been exposed, challenged and inspired by Amy's writings as I continue to read through The Edges of His Ways.
Oh Lord Love change me! Touch the bitter waters that still remain with Your cross and make them sweet! Give me eyes to see You about the business of "drudgery" and "monotony" and loving "stupid" people so that I might hate my haughtiness and joyfull do what never seems to be done, and with delight put on a towel to wash feet, and with grace and tenderness love those I see as "stupid"- Oh God help me! I'm the stupid one You love! I'm the dirty one You wash! I'm the one You keep tending to day after day in the same place, in the same needs, in the same monotonous and drudgerous issues of my life.

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  1. Oh, Amy Carmichael is my absolute favorite classic writer of all time. Did you know she put all of these "Then I know nothing of Calvary's love" quotes all into one book? It is amazing. I can only read one or two a day, because they are that DEEP.

    You are a kindred spirit, dear sister in Christ.

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  2. AMEN sister! Thank you for sharing these quotes from Amy Carmichael with us! Boy do they STING, but it's good, fire only burns away the chaff we do not need.

    So burn away Lord, burn away and refine us until You see the image of Your Son.

    Bless you dear sister,
    Sunny

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