Year: December 16, 1877-1879
Amy Carmichael: 10-12 year old
From Amy's Journal
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| Photo Courtesy Students in India |
After leading poor Ernest and Alfred out to the dangerous sea, by accident, I fully expected Father to punish me severely. And so I deserved it, after all, I nearly killed all of us.
But when we walked in the door, we discovered visitors had come to spend time with Father and Mother.
Our dripping clothes made puddles on the floor. Mother stood, excused herself from the company and escorted us upstairs.
"Please change your clothes quickly, children, then make your way downstairs. I'll hear all about what happened later, but for now, we must be kind to our visitors."
"Yes, Mother," we said in unison.
She walked back downstairs, and we raced to our rooms, making a game of who would be dressed in dry clothes first.
In the parlor we put on our best behavior, hoping Father would notice and perhaps choose not to give such a harsh punishment for taking the boat out beyond the mark.
The Reverend Beatty and his wife had brought other visitors. "Children," he said. "I'd like you to meet my brother and his wife who have been missionaries in India for quite some time They will be living in the house next door. Come and meet them. You may call them Mr. and Mrs. Beatty."
Mrs. Beatty seemed like such a sweet lady. I immediately wanted to speak with her. And having lived in India seemed like such an exciting adventure. I had only heard a few stories about India so far and couldn't wait to ask her more about the country. "Did you like living in India? What do the children do when on holiday there? I've heard it's quite hot, is that so?"
She laughed. "Amy you ask many questions. I am happy to answer all of them for you...in time. I plan to invite the children in the neighborhood to our home on Sunday afternoons. We'll talk all about India then. Would you like to come?"
"Oh, thank you. I would love to come."
Mr. and Mrs. Beatty moved into the house a short time later. She kept her word and invited the children in the neighborhood over every Sunday afternoon. At the end of each Sunday story, the other kids left, but I stayed. I offered to help her clean if only she'd tell me more stories about India.
I was only twelve. Even then I thought, maybe, just maybe someday I'd get to visit the great land of India and see the wonderful things Mrs. Beatty told me.
Resources used for this series:
Benge, Janet, and Geoff Benge. Amy Carmichael: Rescuer of Precious Gems. Seattle, WA: YWAM Pub., 1998. Print.
Davis, Rebecca Henry. With Daring Faith: A Biography of Amy Carmichael. Greenville, SC: Bob Jones UP, 1987. Print.
Dick, Lois Hoadley. Amy Carmichael: Let the Children Come. Chicago: Moody, 1984. Print.
Meloche, Renee Taft., and Bryan Pollard. Amy Carmichael: Rescuing the Children. Seattle, WA: YWAM Pub., 2002. Print.
Wellman, Sam. Amy Carmichael: A Life Abandoned to God. Uhrichville, OH: Barbour Pub., 1998. Print.
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