Amy Carmichael-The Sweet Baby Girls

By Mary Vee

Year: January, 1904-1906 

Amy Carmichael: 36 years old

From Amy's Journal

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My name is Amy Carmichael. I am a missionary in India.

I have joined the Walkers in their ministry in Southern India. Mr. Walker left me in charge while he took his wife back to England for medical help. 

While he was gone, I carried on my calling to save the little girls. From being forced into slavery at the temple. Parents who were in need of money sold their daughters there.

One day, I walked with several girls who worked with me at the mission. We happened near the temple. One pointed out the beautiful lotus plant. The other reached down to pluck the flower. The first girls said, "Stop. That flower belongs to the temple."

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I looked at the lovely flowers, their buds raised to the light and remembered the words of Ezekiel, "Behold, all souls are mine." 

I realized then that no little girl belonged to the temple. She belonged to the Lord. I called each child forced to live at the temple a lotus flower. Sweet, innocent, belonging to the Lord, and in need of rescue.

More little ones came to live at the mission. I loved helping them, but soon discovered a huge problem. The babies needed milk. None of the Indian women would agree to feed the infants. I tried goats milk and added other ingredients to make a formula.

The babies became ill. I didn't know what from. Long hours were spent in the nursery trying to help these little ones get healthy. The first baby died. Then a second. Months later a third baby died. 

I sobbed not knowing what to do. The lord heard my prayers and sent a wonderful gift. Mr. Walker returned to the mission with a guest. My mother. She stayed with me, holding the babies and playing with the older children.

Soon people from the village yelled terrible words saying I couldn't take care of the babies. Evil thoughts played in my mind saying I was a bungling do-gooders. I know, these were words from Satan and I should put them aside. Each little one was in the hands of the Lord.

My mother stayed fifteen months. I couldn't have organized and helped the needs of all those children without her help. God truly blessed me.

Not long after she left I found out why the three little girls died. It has nothing to do with me. There had been a mysterious epidemic. Since that time, no babies died. I had fifty adopted little girls in my home. I never realized that God wanted me here to care for these precious little girls, to teach them about Him, to care for their needs, and to show them love.


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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