Amy Carmichael-Until We Meet Again

By Mary Vee

Amy Carmichael, A Life Lived For Christ

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Amy Carmichael lived her life as a missionary. She originally thought God wanted her to work in Japan, but due to health issues, she ended up in India. 

She closed her eyes to go to sleep January 18, 1951 and never opened them again here on earth. She was eighty-three years old when she was take to be with Jesus.



If you want to read from any of the books I used for research in this series they are listed here: 

1.  Benge, Janet, and Geoff Benge. Amy Carmichael: Rescuer of Precious Gems. Seattle, WA: YWAM Pub., 1998. Print.
2.  Davis, Rebecca Henry. With Daring Faith: A Biography of Amy Carmichael. Greenville, SC: Bob Jones UP, 1987. Print.
3.  Dick, Lois Hoadley. Amy Carmichael: Let the Children Come. Chicago: Moody, 1984. Print.
4.  Meloche, Renee Taft., and Bryan Pollard. Amy Carmichael: Rescuing the Children. Seattle, WA: YWAM Pub., 2002. Print.
5.  Wellman, Sam. Amy Carmichael: A Life Abandoned to God. Uhrichville, OH: Barbour Pub., 1998. Print.

I must admit, I wished I had know that Frank Houghton, from the China Inland Mission, the same mission Hudson Taylor started in China, had spent time with Amy Carmichael and wrote her biography. I read this in one of the last chapters. I'm not sure what additional stories can be found there:

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IN THE YEAR 1859

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Amy Carmichael-I Didn't Have To Worry. God Took Care of Everything

By Mary Vee

Year: September -1948

Amy Carmichael: 80 years old

From Amy's Journal

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

Did you notice my age. Yes. I am quite old. My bones are brittle. I never fully recovered from the accident, I'm sure that injury didn't help me.

On June 23, I was standing in my room. I had only taken a step and slipped. On nothing. I just slipped. I grabbed the bedpost with my right arm (my left arm was still numb). I fell to the floor. I had hoped nothing would come of the incident other than a bruise or two.

I begged the nurse not to tell anyone, that I would heal. But she didn't listen. She called the doctor. After my examination he shook his head and gave the news. I had a broken arm and thighbone, and I had injured my hip--how bad, he couldn't tell yet. 

My injuries kept me completely in bed.

I knew my time here at the mission was coming to a close. I thought of all the people I had set up to take over the needed positions. Godfrey, the leader of the boys, became terribly ill and went to be with Jesus. Mimosa and her sweet sister Arulai went to be with Jesus. Ponnammal left a long time ago. I was so worried what would happen to this ministry.

That was my problem. 

I tried to solve a problem God had long taken care of. He had chosen the people who had youth and commitment. They had been trained here at the mission and had seen what showing the love from the living God can do for a life. 

Even with all the horrible wars breaking out. Japan attacking. The uprising against England here in Indian and England's leaving. The Hindus and Muslims fighting. We were so afraid. So many people needed to know the living God. This mission needed to keep going.

In my bed, God showed me Ponnammal's daughter, Purripu showed herself as a real leader. Rajappan, Mimosa's son also committed his life to working at the mission. They were young and eager to serve.

God in His great mercy had cared for the mission. I didn't have to worry.

By the time I turned eighty-three I could barely move. God had once told me He would let me go to Him in my sleep. No weepy goodbyes. I told the entire staff that no big procession should be held for me. No headstone. No ceremony. The glory all needed to go to the one true living God for the life He gave 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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Amy Carmichael-The Gift Kohila Flower

By Mary Vee

Year: September -1939

Amy Carmichael: 70 years old

From Amy's Journal

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

Everyday God's love could be seen.

I would like to get my mind off of the pain in my leg and back. Would you mind if I shared just one more story of God's blessing?

You wouldn't? Good.

Take a seat. This is a short one, but one that will touch your heart and remind you of the work God has done here at the Dohnavur Fellowship mission.

A long time ago, it has been about twenty-eight years since, a little girl came to the mission. She was adorable. Curly hair. A real cutie. 

Her name was Kohila. She had a temper and was very strong. Our soft words did not tame her rough spirit. 

Children came to the mission with anger or shy problems. All had been rescued for terrible situations. The poor little things didn't know how to live with the harsh memories from the time before they arrived.

Little Kohila was the same. She refused to share her room. She braced her arms in the doorway and held the frame tightly. Fortunately the older and stronger children understood. They had once been that way, too. The question became, would little Kohila overcome this anger?

Because she hurt other children and destroyed things, we placed her in a place on her own. To protect her as well as the other children. This seemed to start her healing process. 

She listened to the Bible stories and watched the other children work with a happy heart. Soon she wanted to be like the other kids. She offered to do chores. She sang songs with the other kids as they worked. She became a happy child. 

She stayed with us. I'm so glad she did. Her desire to learn more about Jesus grew by leaps. She studied God's Word, prayed, helped where ever needed and asked God to give her a passion for souls. What a sweet teen she became.

She chose to stay and work at the mission when she could have left. She grew into a lovely young woman with a strong desire to learn more about Christ and to live for Him. She studied nursing and became the head nurse at the hospital here at the mission.

One of her favorite duties was to decorate the room for the child celebrating her Coming Day. A while back I told about celebrating the day the child came to the mission to live. Most of the kids had no idea when there birthday was and there were no records to find out this information. Instead of celebrating a birthday we didn't know, we celebrated each child's Coming Day.

That morning, Kohila decorated the children's rooms who would be celebrating their Coming Day. One of the "kids", she was actually about the same age as Kohila, was celebrating that day. Kohila and she were best friends. 

Kohila wanted to do something special for her friend. She told the staff she was going up to the Gray Jungle where there were these gorgeous purple flowers. They were special because they grew on a high, rocky slope. To reach the flowers, one had to make the dangerous climb. But her best friend was worth it. And she had climbed rocky slopes before. She knew what she was doing. 

Kohila made her way up the rocks, grabbing carefully and finding her balance. The flowers were only a little higher. She took her time and placed her feet on firm rocks, pushing her higher. She reached, leaned farther and stretched her fingers until she had one in her hand. Kohila was so happy!

The brief distraction created a problem. She wobbled on the rock and slipped. She tried to grab onto another rock but it loosened and fell to the ground. The sky twirled above her head. She fell backwards to the earth.

When the staff looked for her, they found her with the precious flower in her hand. Sweet Kohhila lived to the age of twenty-eight and had been such a precious gift from God to us. She is with Jesus now. I will miss her giving and kind spirit. One that helped heal other children who came with the same problems.

Come back next week to read more of Amy Carmichael.



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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Amy Carmichael-God Gave Me A Sense of Value

By Mary Vee

Year: September -1939

Amy Carmichael: 70 years old

From Amy's Journal

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

The days continued to drag by. Pain had become an unwelcome companion. I could walk a few steps but that was it.

The doctor came back to check on me. It was at this examination when he found I had also hurt my back in the fall. Or maybe  I hurt it when we were thrown from the truck on the rainy road. It didn't matter. Nothing could be done to help my back. I had become a cripple. In time my left hand and arm became numb and I had trouble seeing out of one eye.

I called my room the Room of Peace. Over the years, friends had sent me books that I never had a chance to read....until now. The staff built an aviary on the veranda. That is a walk in bird habitat where finches and canaries could fly freely. Sometimes I asked her to open the door so they would fly around my room. I fed them from my hand.

The workers and children kept the gardens outside my room filled with wonderful flowers. The scent flowed in my room. It smells so good.

One day, God gave me a great idea. I remembered the times that workers and supporters ask me to write about this mission. I had written a letter here and there, but nothing had been recorded in one book. Huh. God had blessed us more than we could have imagined with His miracles, a book should be written to glorify Him. So I did. I called the book Gold Cord.

After I finished Gold Cord I wrote several other books, one told the story of sweet Arulai and called it Ploughed Under. Arulai still lives and works here. She has been a constant blessing to me from the day she first came. 

Arulai was forty-nine years old the day I broke my ankle. I and all the other missionaries here believe God wanted her to be the one to take over the mission. Sadly, she came down with a horrible case of small pox while I was in the hospital for my fall. She recovered somewhat.

Arulai had days when she became weak, so weak she had to stay in bed. She was put in the room next to me. I had so much fun passing notes to her. We'd write Bible verses, prayer requests, and just chatted. Although I was sad to see her sick, her company was really welcomed. 

The next three years, Arulai spent more time in the room next to mine. Then the news came that I expected. Arulai went to be with Jesus in May of 1939. Her body was buried in God's garden with other children from the mission who had died in the past. Sweet, sweet Arulai is with Jesus.

Some day I will see her again. And guess what? You will be able to meet her one day! Anyone who believes in the living God. The God who loves them so very much that He sent His one and only Son, Jesus, to pay for our sins and make the way for us to go to heaven. All we have to do is believe Jesus died for us and ask Him to be our Savior. God really does love you.

Come back next week to read more of Amy Carmichael.



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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Amy Carmichael-Confined to Bed

By Mary Vee

Year: September 1931

Amy Carmichael: 64 years old

From Amy's Journal

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

The doctors had kept me in the hospital for several days. I was given medicine to take the pain away, but it was a strong medicine and shouldn't be taken for very long or it could hurt me. Once I could tolerate the pain, they stopped the medicine and said I could go home.

The driver and a nurse drove me back to the mission. Me and my leg cast. The fall had broken my leg and sprained my ankle. All I could think about was all the work that needed to be done.

The doctors at the mission carried me to my room and set me in my bed. The days dragged by. I couldn't stand on my own. The pain fired up my leg. I began to think an infection set in to the injured area.

I tried to read during the day but couldn't focus. There didn't seem to be any position that was comfortable enough to rest. I couldn't sleep at night. The pain kept me awake. The days dragged by even more. 

The doctor limited my visitors to only fifteen seconds. How I longed to get back to my work. To visit with the children. To see the progress of the new clinic. To pray with the staff. 

Concern overwhelmed the other workers. They gathered together in the prayer building and prayed for me, for hours. Afterwards I was able to do a little more. Nowhere near what I wanted to do. I took one step before returning to bed. The next day I took two. In time, I could walk out to my veranda and back. And days later was able to get in the car to ride to the clinics. 

Most of my days were spent in my room resting. Healing. The missionaries brought the children to my room and sang Christmas carols. I loved hearing them sing--so much.

The worse part of this whole sitting in bed and healing process was being a burden to others. Someone had to bring me food, help me to the bathroom, help me do anything that required movement. I had prayed years ago, asking God to never let me become a burden. 

I was the one who helped others. God sent me here to be the missionary, to teach, to help, to tell others about the loving, living God. Excuse me, I need to wipe a tear. 

There. 

Can you understand how my heart aches? I wanted to serve God but couldn't from this bed. 


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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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Amy Carmichael-I May Never Walk Again

By Mary Vee

Year: September 1931

Amy Carmichael: 63 years old

From Amy's Journal

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

I had fallen into a pit while inspecting the land where we were building a new facility. I'd called for help and hadn't heard anyone respond.

Now you are caught up. And I'm still in the pit.

I dug holes to pull myself up to the surface. The dirt tumbled down on me. My good foot helped, but the pain really slowed me down. I reached up above my head for a rock and realized a hand had scooped up mine.

Tamil, the driver pulled me up and out of the pit. "Thank you, Tamil for helping me." 

He frowned. "You didn't fall. A demon threw you down there."

I didn't want to create a fuss so I did't say any more about that. "Please call the mission and tell them them I had an accident."

I waited two hours for medical help, feeling my ankle swell up to the size of a melon. The pain was so strong I could barely handle it. A car door closed and Dr. May's voice rang out. This was the first time I realized how the Indian people felt when medical help arrived. Through all the pain I was so happy to see her.

Until she gave me that look. "I'm sorry, this is very bad. We need to take you to the London Mission Society Hospital."

Forty-six long miles of narrow roads between rice paddies. Ooooh my ankle throbbed. I had to bite down on my finger at times to lesson some of the pain. The nurse, Mary Mills rode with me, trying her best to find ways to make me comfortable. This was not a job that could be done. 

To add to the bumpy road, rain gushed from the sky making the narrow steep roads dangerous. The driver worked so hard to keep the car on the road. One time the vehicle hit a huge bump created by the road washing out. Everyone was thrown out of the vehicle. I hit the ground with a thud. Pain surged from my toes to my head. Mud dripped down my face. Ooooh I hurt so much.

The one good thing that happened was the car stayed upright. We did not have the manpower to right a car that was turned upside down. 

We finally reached the hospital. The wide eyes from the doctors told the story of what they saw. We looked awful!

They took X-rays. The news was a little worse than I'd hope. My leg was broken above the ankle. The doctor said I had to have my ankle in splints for eight weeks. 

Eight weeks!!!

The doctor prayed for me, "O Lord have mercy on this servant of yours. Please be with this woman who has served you so many years. Help her leg to heal strong enough to let her stand again."

The staff wheeled me to surgery. The mask of ether covered my face and in the seconds before I went to sleep I thought of Psalm 6. "Have mercy on me, O Lord. For I am weak. O Lord heal me for my bones are afflicted."

And then I realized the doctor hadn't said I would be walking for sure. The last thing I remember was a tear forming.


Come back next week to read more of Amy Carmichael.



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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Amy Carmichael-Falling...Falling...Falling

By Mary Vee

Year: September 1931

Amy Carmichael: 63 years old

From Amy's Journal

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

The doors to our mission hospital opened to the public. I was not in the least surprised to see people who had traveled for many miles to receive medical treatment.

The patients stood in long lines waiting their turn. 

Many pulled me aside as I walked the halls. "The people who work here are missionaries?"

"Yes." I answered them.

"They are so kind, so caring. No one complains and everyone listens to our need."

I knew the people whom God had called here had these tender hearts. And to think, in a way, even the children have been called here. God directed their paths to help them find this place of refuge. 

Sometimes the hospital was filled with patients. So many people hurting. It was these times that we gave the little children their job. They held lanterns and walked the paths around the hospital singing Christian song. Imagine those sweet young voice singing. The sound soothed those who cried in pain and helped them fall asleep.

Oh how blessed my heart was. My mind raced with more projects needing to be done, but there were times when even I was blessed and soothed by the children's songs.

The hospital was in good care, leaving me the opportunity to do other work. A few of the women staff workers from Dohnavur went with me to check on the renovations for a new clinic in Kalakaua. The village was a few miles away from the mission compound.

By the time we arrived, the sun would be ready to set. It would be dark soon. The wind blew, ruffling our clothes. I pulled my sari tight around my shoulders and stepped out of the car. I looked at the buildings and saw a small one to the side. This one would be our outhouse. 

I walked toward the little building wanting to see if the workers had begun digging. Dusk created shadows. I took another step and slipped down. Down. Down I fell. Into a pit I hadn't expected. Not there.

"Help!" No one came. Where had everyone gone? "Help!"

I clawed at the dirt lining the pit. Fire burned in my ankle. I didn't know if I had broken it or severely sprained it. Either way I couldn't put any weight on it. "Please help!"

Come back next week to read more of Amy Carmichael.



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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Amy Carmichael-My Dream Spoken in Prayer

By Mary Vee

Year: January, 1928

Amy Carmichael: 60 years old

From Amy's Journal

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

The construction for our mission's hospital began. Watching the boards going up, the floor poured, each day a little more was completed.

This may sound ridiculous, but several years went by while we watched the hospital being built. 

I was never discouraged. I loved watching it blossom from the foundation up to the roof. The children and staff all felt the same way. Each day we prayed. Each night we thanked God. 

The monsoons did not tear it down. The work continued inch by inch. I knew one day I would see the finished building being used by those in need. Both physically and spiritually. 

One day babies will be born here and Indian patients will see that there is a living God who loves them so much, that He sent His one and only Son to take the punishment for our sins and make the way for us to go to heaven to live with Him forever.

The building was nearly completed the morning I stood outside looking at what God gave us. A thought popped in my head and I spoke to God about it. "Wouldn't it be nice, Jesus, to have the staff positions filled by the children who have grown up here? They would ave the greatest understanding of the necessity to show loving care for the little ones?

"Of course, Father, they would have to be trained as doctors, nurses, hospital staff, and counselors. This is so much to ask, but Almighty God I believe this could happen. These children who will have grown to be adults can become the missionaries to carry on this work that you started. Not only can they minister to the children, but also to the villagers all around us." 

I wiped a tear of joy just thinking about the possibility. "Oh, loving God, I never imagined anything like this could be considered when I first came. Now I believe you could make this miracle happen."

A visiting man walked near me. He was speaking with one of the workers. The man asked, "So you're saying that all of these buildings in this mission are paid for? The mission has no debt?"

The worker answered, "That is true."

"That is remarkable. Tell me, how did this happen?"

The worker looked at me then back at the man and said, "You see, this is only one of many complete impossibilities that have become not only possibilities, but miracles here at this mission. They all happened because of the great faith lived and practiced by a woman who lives by example her belief in the one, true, living God before all of us." 


Come back next week to read more of Amy Carmichael.



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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