Amy Carmichael-India's Robin Hood

By Mary Vee

Year: January, 1921 

Amy Carmichael: 54 years old

From Amy's Journal

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

New buildings have been built to house rescued boys, God has blessed our crops, and now I am bringing to God our need for a hospital here at the mission.

I had a special place in the woods nearby where I frequently went to pray. We had a small building made to use as a retreat. Often I brought the older children and missionaries with me.

One day, shile feeding the children, a worker started up a conversation about an Indian man who robbed from the rich and gave to the poor.

"So he is a Robin Hood?"

"I guess you could say that. The poor people love him," she answered.

This news surprised me. The other workers joined in the conversation saying this man could leap over wells that were twenty feet across and escape from any prison. He takes what he needs. 

"What is his name?" I asked

"Hi name is Jambulingam."

An inspiration to pray for Jambulingam took over my thoughts. "Would you pray with me that I could meet Jambulingam and tell him about Jesus?"

They agreed and stopped their work to pray.

What I didn't know was Jambulingam and the men traveling with him had been watching me travel to the forest to pray and back to the mission for several days. I usually traveled with other workers and children, but one time I went alone to pray. 

On my walk back to the mission, several men leaped out from some bushes. They frightened me. Their hair was scruffy and their clothes dirty. I stopped, afraid for my life. But the men kept their distance.

"We have been waiting for you."

"Why?"

"I am known as the Red Tiger."

That must be the name used instead of Robin Hood by the Indians. "I've heard about you, and have wanted to meet you. The police are looking for you."

He nodded. "Yes, I know." He waved his arms like he was erasing the words. "The police are corrupt. They live for bribery money. If they aren't paid, they throw even innocent people in jail. Can I tell you my story?"

I didn't even have to think. He deserved to be heard. "Of course you can."

"A man accused me of a crime I did not do. The police saw this as an opportunity to get money from me. If I had paid what they asked, I would have been set free. But I didn't have the money. I ran away. Soon others began to tell lies about me, saying I had done this and that crime--when I wasn't even in the area! I ran to the mountains to hide. In truth, I don't think I could ever have a fair trial."

He looked at the ground and shuffled his feat in the dirt. "I had a wife and three children. I just received word my wife died." He looked up at my eyes. "There is no one to care for my children. I can't bring them to the mountains where we would have to hide. That is no life for them."

I agreed. The children needed a loving, stable home. He didn't have to say the next words. I knew what he was asking. "You want me to take the children to the mission, don't you?"

He nodded and lowered his head. Maybe afraid of my answer.

I wanted to help the children, but I also wanted to help this Robin Hood. "If you will agree to my condition, I will."

He tipped his head. "All right. If I can do what you ask, I will."

"Good. I want you to never use your gun."

The men with him laughed. The Robin Hood held his hand up to silence them. "I will promise to never use my gun except when I need to protect my own life."

This seemed a reasonable request. "All right. You may bring your children to the mission."

He smiled. "You are good, missionary lady."

"So, Robin Hood, will you surrender to the police and end this chase?"



Come back next week to read more about our Robin Hood.



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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Esther-Hegai Meets Esther

By Mary Vee
Esther 2

From Hegai's Journal

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My name is Hegai. I am in the service of the king and am the appointed one in charge of the young women arriving from the empire and who will appear before King Xerxes.

The first group of women arrive not long ago. Not surprising, these women were from our province of Susa, right outside the palace. What noise! These women chatter and giggle so. I can't imagine the sound when all the other women arrive. 

Very few of these ladies have had occasion to come inside the palace before. Clearly, very few have learned how to behave in the king's palace. I see I have my work cut out for me.

To give their enthusiasm some direction I led them to the wardrobe room and freed them to explore. I may have been mistaken about this soothing their excitement. The young women raced to the dresses, scarves, jewels, belts, sashes, shoes oogling over everything they touched.

One young woman did manage to stand out to me. She didn't act silly like the others and had a beauty that would please the king. She stood back with a grace I might have seen in Vashti a long time ago. I did like Vashti as queen. She was beautiful and had the blend of leadership for her duties along with an understanding of her place under the king's rule. That is, until the banquet the other night. I'm going to miss her.

Ah, well. As I was saying, this new young woman caught my eye. I walked to her and asked, "What is your name?"

She gave a small curtsy. "Hadassah, although some call me Esther."

A good answer. Simple. To the point. And with grace. This young woman might be the one. I decided then to help her in any way I could.

"Would you come with me?" She didn't think twice, but followed my instructions. Not with her head hung as if shy and not with her nose held high as if pompous or vain. She walked as if she'd been schooled. 

I led her down the corridor to a room that would be given to her. Along the way I commanded seven handmaids that I selected just for her to join us. Esther walked into the room. Her eyes widened. "These handmaids will see you receive the finest foods in the palace, beauty treatments, and any clothing you need."

She bowed. "You have been very kind to me and I appreciate all you have done. I am confident your choice in dress and anything else I need will be what is best."

Her words stunned yet pleased me. I honestly didn't believe any of the young women from the other room would have given up their opportunity to dictate a choice in dress or other provisions. "I leave you to your handmaids for now, Esther."

She bowed.

As I closed the door I was confident I had made the right choice to give Esther of Susa the best of all the rooms, the most qualified handmaids, and will offer her the best of anything else she will need. 


...come back next time to read what happened next.

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sources: New International Version  

1. Who is Hegai and what is his job?
2. What did Hegai think of Esther?
3. What did he give Esther?
4. Why did he want to help Esther so much?

Esther-The Kindness That Impressed

By Mary Vee
Esther 2

From Esther's Journal

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My name is Hadassah. I lived with my uncle Mordecai, until yesterday. We had a nice little home in a place called Susa. He'd taken care of me ever since my parents died. We are Jews and slaves in a land not our home.

I miss my home and Mordecai already. 

The commissioner chose me and other girls then took us to the palace. The other girls laughed and mocked those not chosen. I couldn't join them. Their words were so cruel.

The selected girls rode in the king's chariot to the gate. The magnificent door opened. I hardly knew what to say. Never in my life had I seen such wealth.

This gate was a meeting place for the wise and wealthy men of the city. Although my uncle Mordecai was not wealthy, he was very wise. He sat with these men and discussed many topics. 

I leaned forward, searching the faces for him. He stood and smiled. The very gesture I needed to comfort me. I smiled back.

The carriage took us to the palace entrance. One of many, I later learned. This entrance led to the rooms where we would live. We followed our guide up stairs and down a corridor. The doors opened.

A large room stocked with beautiful dresses, scarves, jewelry, shoes, makeup, anything I imagined a princess would want. 

A man named Hegai introduced himself to us. "You are one group of girls who will be presented to the king. Young women from the rest of King Xerxes empire will be arriving shortly. For now, look around and become familiar with what is available for you."

The girls broke into smaller groups. They ran like starved animals to the wardrobe and pawed at the dresses. 

I wasn't shy or lonely. God had soothed my aching heart to return home. But, I didn't want to be like the other girls. In a way, I felt sorry for he king. I felt sorry for Mordecai having to live without my help. The only way I could show my desire to help and my gratefulness to Mordecai was to have a strong yet gracious spirit while here at the palace.

As I stood watching the girls, Hegai walked close to me. "What is your name?" 

I gave a small curtsey and said, "Some call me Hadassah and some call me Esther. Whichever pleases you."

He smiled. "You have answered well. Would you like to look at what is available to you?"

"Everything here is lovely. I wouldn't know which would please the king the most and would appreciate your counsel."

"Another wise answer. Come with me. I will show you your maids."

The other girls were so busy holding dresses up to themselves and laughing they hadn't notice we left the room.


...come back next time to read what happened next.

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sources: New International Version  

1. Where was Esther taken?
2. Who all went with her?
3. Who did she see at the gate?
4. Who was put in charge of these young women?
5. What did Esther do that impressed Hegai?

Amy Carmichael-The Heat that Brought a Swarm of Hungry Caterpillars

By Mary Vee

Year: January, 1918 

Amy Carmichael: 50 years old

From Amy's Journal

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

I had prayed for a way to rescue the little boys and God answered my prayer. 

The other workers saw God's blessings and learned to pray and trust God even more. 

We worked hard to be good stewards of the money we received. We chose to plant our own rice crop on the mission property. The harvest would be the food for all the children and workers for the next year. So you can see how important a good crop was to us.

Never knowing what the weather would bring, we prayed before planting time, during the growing season, and every day we ate the rice. Year round, God heard our prayers of need and thanks for supply. 

Rain is not the only important need for a good crop. Temperatures are important as well. Rice needs hot at certain times and cold at other. 

One year, the weather grew unexpectedly hot when it should have been cold. Caterpillars in their cocoons became confused and hatched. They had not yet matured into butterflies.

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Starving and needing food to grow they devoured rice seedlings in the surrounding villages and in the mission's crops.

If this continued, the entire crop for next year would be lost. We wouldn't have food for the children. 

In all the surrounding areas, men and women prayed to their idols. They offered sacrifices. They tried everything they could think of--hoping their idols would help.

I called all the missionary workers together, even the children. We got on our knees and prayed to the Lord, "Please, Father, save the rice crops. Save ours and the villagers too, if it pleases you." We prayed all day and into the night after putting the children to bed.

Two days later, one of the little girls looked out the window and cried, "Come and see! Hurry! Come and see!"

We all crowded around the window and watched hundreds of big, white birds eating the caterpillars. The workers moved back and let taller children squeeze in to see the sight. 

The birds feasted, screeching and flapping their wings. They soared up to the air and dove back down to eat more. 

The children cheered. "Oh, God, thank you! Thank you!!" We sang and prayed and danced and laughed with tears in our eyes. What a blessing this was for all of us to see. 

The living God cared for the rice plants so they would grow strong and feed the children.




Come back next week to read about our Robin Hood.



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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Esther- The Commissioner's Selection

By Mary Vee
Esther 2

From Esther's Journal

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My name is Hadassah. I lived with my uncle Mordecai, until yesterday. We had a nice little home in a place called Susa. He'd taken care of me ever since my parents died. We are Jews and slaves in a land not our home.

After breakfast, all of the unmarried girls of Xerxes empire were to meet with the commissioner in charge of their city.

I really didn't want to go, but Uncle Mordecai told me I had to obey the edict. So, there I stood with about a hundred other girls and young women at the center of the city. 

The commissioner began his walk through the crowd of girls. If he pointed at a girl, he wanted her to go with him to the palace. If he didn't, she was to go home.

I looked toward the ground and kept to the back of the group. Other girls were excited to be noticed. They raised a hands to call the commissioner over to them. They giggled and did their best to get his attention.

The commissioner didn't seem impressed by these things. I hoped looking toward the ground would get him to overlook me. The girls in the front of the crowd had been categorized. Those who stayed and those who went to the palace. He moved closer to me.

My heart pounded. Please pass me by. Please let me go home. 

I saw his sandals move closer to me. He didn't say a word to the girls, but I heard their responses. "Oh, please just give me a chance. I'll do whatever it takes. I'll change my hair, wear a different dress. Please!"

He ignored their pleadings. 

Then he stopped in front of me. He set his hand under my chin and raised my head. He smiled. "You're going to the palace."

Why the Almighty wanted me to go, I don't know. Uncle Mordecai depended on me to make his meals and keep his house clean. I swallowed and nodded. The commissioner pointed to where he wanted me to stand then he finished his work.

When he reached the end of the line he announced, "If I have not chosen you to go to the palace you are to return to your homes."

The girls standing around me huddled and laughed. Joy and pride beamed from their hearts. They had been selected. I stood to the side and looked at the flowers. So beautiful. So graceful and soft. I touched the petals and smelled their scents. This is how I wanted to please the Almighty. Even if it meant going to the palace.

...come back next time to read what happened next.

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sources: New International Version  

1. Why did the girls gather in the center of the city?
2. Why did the commissioner choose some girls and not others?
3. Why did Hadassah stay in the back of the line?
4. What did the commissioner say to her?
5. Did Hadassah tell the commissioner that she was a Hebrew?

Esther-The Meeting in the Center of Town

By Mary Vee
Esther 2

From Esther's Journal

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My name is Hadassah. I live with my uncle Mordecai in a place called Susa and have ever since my parents died. We are Jews and slaves in a land not our home.

King Xerxes issued an edict calling for all young unmarried girls to come to the castle.

The herald told us to meet in the center of town by the flowers the next morning.

Of course everyone heard the news. At dinner time I called my uncle to the table and served the food.

"Uncle, I really don't want to go. Couldn't I just hide here in the house?"

"Hadassah. You are such a lovely girl. You know why the king has made this edict, right?"

I sat at the table with him. "Everyone has heard what Queen Vashti did."

"Yes. The king was very embarrassed. He showed his strength and power to his guests by banishing her after she refused to obey his order."

"But why do all the unmarried girls have to go? What if we dreamed of having a husband one day?"

He put his hand on mine. "Hadassah, the Almighty is in control. Nothing will happen that doesn't have His approval. I want you to be at the meeting place tomorrow as the edict ordered."

I looked down at my plate. I would never disobey my uncle. He has been a good father for me. "All right, Uncle. I'll go as you asked."

The  next morning the sun rose and the chickens squawked. I suddenly remembered the meeting. After getting dressed and making breakfast, I grabbed my shaw. 

"Hadassah." Uncle Mordecai walked to me with his arms open wide and gave me a hug. "Remember, my daughter, the Almighty is watching over you. Do as you are instructed to honor the king. This will please the Almighty."

"I will." I looked at my home once again, not sure when or if I would be able to come back. "Good bye." I opened the door and looked back at Uncle Mordecai once again. He smiled. That was the picture of him I would hold close in my mind whenever I felt lonely.

As I stepped out to the road, several other girls walked in a group toward the center of the city. I let most of them pass to be in the back of the crowd.

A circle of flowers surrounded by benches formed the very center. The commissioner stood  on one side and motioned the girls to gather close by.

I really hoped that by standing in the back, I would not be chosen.


...come back next time to read what happened next.

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sources: New International Version  

1. What did Mordecai ask Hadassah to do?
2. Who was she suppose to meet?
3. Who all was invited?
4. Why were they suppose to go to the meeting?
5. Would all the girls go?

Amy Carmichael-What? Boys in the Mission?

By Mary Vee

Year: January, 1918 

Amy Carmichael: 50 years old

From Amy's Journal

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

Many of the little girls have grown up into young women here at the mission in southern India. Several of these young women have chosen to stay and help care for the children, tell them Bible stories, and teach them to read.

I liked going into the woods for quiet time when it was available. I sat by this one waterfall. The sweet sound helps me think, praise God, and meditate on His word.

Of late the little Indian boys have been on my mind. Baby boys are often sold to the temple for serving the Hindu gods. They have no way to escape these places. Only some of the children receive reasonable care. Punishments are severe. The boys are beaten.

Older boys are sold to theater groups. This may sound like something fun, but these boys are also not treated well. They rarely receive a good meal and are taught to mistreat others by those who are cruel to them.

I prayed, asking God to let me help the boys. This would be a big project. The boys couldn't live in the same building as the girls. We would need workers to take care of the boys. This would take a lot of money. So I prayed and asked God what He thought. If He supplied what we needed, the mission could help the little boys.

I really really wanted to rescue the little boys from the temples and theater groups.

One day someone dropped off a baby at the gate. They walked away leaving the child in our care. We took the baby inside to care for the needs. We unfolded layers of bundling and saw, to our surprise, that the baby was a boy! He must have been about one-years-old. The little one reached his hands out to us and smiled.

I hadn't told anyone that I wanted to expand the mission in order to help baby boys--here God had sent the first one to receive care.

Soon one building was added to care for the new boys, then a second. God provided a way of escape--a way for abandoned boys to hear about Jesus and to grow up in a loving home.

A time of great trouble came to our country. The Muslims and the Hindus fought terribly. This also became a time when God answered some amazing prayers for us. 

Come back next week to read what God did.



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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Esther-The Edict That Cheered a Sad King

By Mary Vee
Esther 2

From Esther's Journal

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My name is Hadassah. I live with my uncle Mordecai in a place called Susa and have ever since my parents died. We are Jews and slaves in a land not our home.

King Xerxes has a palace here in Susa. Queen Vashti also has one. 

Vashti had embarrassed the king at a banquet. His advisors suggest he not allow her in the palace anymore. She was banished from the land.

After a while, the king's anger had calmed and the wine had left his system. He thought about his beautiful Vashti and what she had done. Then he remembered sending out the decree, telling everyone in his huge empire what she had done. He felt bad. He missed her terribly and longed to undo the whole evening.

"Your Majesty," his personal servant said as he handed the king a cloth to wipe his tears, "I have an idea."

The king didn't say anything, but he stayed and listened.

"You could order a search for all the beautiful young women in the kingdom. Commissioners in every province of your realm will be ordered to bring these beautiful girls here at the citadel of Susa. They would be placed under the care of Hegai, your trusted servant who is in charge of the women. These women will be given beauty treatments, dresses, and jewels. When the women are prepared they will be presented to you one at a time. Then, Oh King, you will choose the girl who pleases you most to be queen in place of Vashti."

Xerxes sat quiet for a while. A smile began to form on his face and his spirit brightened. "This is an excellent idea. Prepare the order for my signet ring. Let the edict proclaim everything you said."

The attendant did as he was told, and the edict was brought to the king. 

Xerxes looked out the window toward Vashti's palace and sighed. He walked back to the table where the edict lay and squared his shoulders before sealing the edict with his signet ring. 

Copies were given to every herald. The men left to proclaim the message in every province of Xerxes empire. 

The heralds stood in the town squares and announced: "Every young girl is to report for service to the king. A new queen is to be chosen for his majesty, Xerxes."


...come back next time to read what happened next.

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sources: New International Version  

1. Days after the banquet, King Xerxes was sad, why?
2. What did his personal attendant suggest to make the king feel better?
3. What did the king think of the idea?
4. Who was invited to come to the palace, and why?

Esther-The Queen's Choice

By Mary Vee
Esther 1

From Esther's Journal

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My name is Hadassah. I live with my uncle Mordecai in a place called Susa and have ever since my parents died. We are Jews and slaves.

King Xerxes has a palace here in Susa. Queen Vashti also has one. 

The big news, which I started to explain last time, was the kings party that lasted 180 days. At the end, he held a banquet which lasted another seven days. At the end of the seven days he wanted to show off his queen to his guest. But when the servants returned with her message that she refused to go to this banquet, the king was very angry.

The king called his wisemen and advisors to meet privately in his chambers. They sat at a table and waited for him to speak.

"According to the law, what must be done to Queen Vashti for refusing to obey my command?" he asked. 

Memucan, who was a trusted noble answered, "Queen Vashti has done wrong, not only against the king but also against all the nobles and the peoples of all the provinces belonging to King Xerxes. All the women will hear about her refusal to obey the king and will think they, too, can despise their husbands and say, 'King Xerxes commanded Queen Vashti to be brought before him, but she would not come.'

"This very day the Persian and Median women of the nobility who have heard about the queen's conduct will respond to their husbands in the same way. There will be no end of disrespect.

"If it pleases the king, let him issue a royal decree and let it be written in the laws of Persia and Media, which cannot be changed, that Vashti is never again to enter the presence of King Xerxes. Also, let the king give her royal position to someone else who is better than she. Then when the news is told throughout the vast land, all the women will respect their husbands, from the poorest to the richest."

Well, the king and the wisemen in the room were very happy with this advice. "So ordered," said the king. He sent men to all parts of the kingdom to each province, to every people and in every language, reporting that every man should be ruler over his own household.

But this was not the end of the story


...come back next time to read what happened next.

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sources: New International Version  

1. What did Vashti do wrong?
2. What was the big reason that mostly everyone was upset?
3. What suggestion did Memucan offer?
4. Did the king agree?

Amy Carmichael-The Children Who Taught the Men How to Build

By Mary Vee

Year: January, 1917 

Amy Carmichael: 49 years old

From Amy's Journal

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

India has a lot of humidity (water in the air). In the summertime, the strong humidity along with temperatures reaching 117 degrees. Yes. That is very hot.

Most missionaries took a vacation in the mountains during the hottest days. Our leader, Mr. Walker, took most of the staff each year.

Since he died, we haven't had the funds.

The other workers and some of the children helped me find a place not to far away from the mission. We used the small building as a place to pray, relax, and rest for two years before deciding it was too small. One day, I took some of the children with me to hunt for land. We found the perfect place and God provided the money to buy the land.

Native construction workers were hired. I knew in advance that the Indian workers would purposely take longer than needed to get the building done. They did this because they were paid by the day. The longer they took, the more money they earned.

I know. They were only building a retreat place. I shouldn't want to rush them. After all, we wouldn't use the building until next summer any way. The problem was the coming monsoons. These powerful rainstorms would destroy an unfinished building. 

Somehow we needed to find a way to get these men to do their work. The children heard me talking about the problem. They saw the workers sleeping each time we visited the property. We gathered together and prayed for God to give us wisdom. 

The children talked together then ran into the room and said, "We have an idea!" On their own, they came up with a very smart plan. One of the girls said, "We will do the work the workmen aren't willing to do."

I thought this was so sweet, but they didn't know how to build a roof or walls. "How do you plan to do this?"

"We will carry bricks and tiles." Another said, "We can carry buckets of mud." The children jumped up and down clapping their hands and cheering. "Please let us help!"

I said, "Okay." The next morning we marched in a line to our unfinished building. The workers were sleeping. We didn't do anything to wake them, other than make typical noises. 

The children were so excited they didn't need any instructions. Like a beehive of workers they carried the bricks, tiles, and buckets of mud. Their excitement bubbled in their little bodies and they began to sing a song I had taught them, "Hate not laborious work! Joy, joy in it."

One of the workers laughed and called me over. "What are they singing?"

I may not have had my best manners on at the moment. I said, "It's a song you should learn."

The men continued to watch the children and me for a while. Slowly, guilt poured into them. They got up and started working. Slowly. But they were working.

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The children and I came to the building each day and helped with the work. The house walls collapsed two times forcing us to start over. The monsoons came before the building was finished, but thankfully the men kept working until the building was finally done.

While working, the children and I never gave up telling the men about Jesus. The little girls from the mission seemed so happy while they work. They told the men Bible stories. They shared Bible verses and sang songs. 

God used their sweet hearts. Two of the men asked Jesus to be their Savior. They were the first ones to be baptized in the pool on the new property. What a day. The children cheered for the men as they sprang from the water.

We named the retreat building "The Forest" This became a very special place that gave me time to rest, write stories, poems, and tell others about God's work here in India.

God has blessed us so much--and the children are what made this blessing so special.

Come back next week!



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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