Mimosa Tree

in the 1920′,  a young Indian girl from a Hindu family named Mimosa was briefly introduced to her Father in heaven.

…something had happened on that afternoon when she heard for the first time about a living, loving God, whom we had called Father, who had made everything in the world, and the sun and moon and stars.  She had understood that He loved her.  And a strange thing had happened.”

It is a story worth reading.  today i just want to share with you a few words from the end;

And this …[story] that is still being written goes forth with a great joy and with two earnest intentions-to comfort, if it may be, some who, depressed by the perplexities of these days, are almost tempted to think our Lord is not in His world now as He was in olden time; and to win help for those who need it.

Can one consider this solitary Indian woman-protected, comforted, sustained, fed with bread the world knew not of, given to drink of fountains in the desert-without feeling that the love of God has many ways of working, and may be working now unseen through all the clamer and sadness of a foolish generation?  Is not such a story a witness to the Invisible?

Are there those for whom we have long prayed for, who seem beyond our reach now?  Love will find a way.  Are we discouraged because we do not see our expected signs, and the solid rocks seem to be sinking under shifting sands?  It is not so.  Love is mighty and must prevail.  Terrible in judgments, marvelous in loving-kindness, Love will find a way,

Out in these corners of the earth, those who are face to face with the old elemental forces of sin know what it is to shiver at times with a sense of the almost omnipotence of the god of this world.  Is there not comfort for us in this story?  In and out of the deep, dark places of heathendom-yes, and as truly among the garish lights of a Christendom that has lost its first warm love-wherever there is the least, the faintest response to Love, there Love will follow and find, for nothing in heaven or earth or under the earth is impossible to Love.

And will not my second intention find fulfillment somewhere?  Will not prayer that can be as a shield in battle, as dew in heat, as a cool wind on a breathless day, as the light of moon and stars at night, be round about any anywhere who, enchanted by a glimpse of the loveliness of Christ, are following Him today-dear, unknown fellow-lovers?  For God has other Mimosas.

-Taken from the book Mimosa by Amy Carmichael; p.17, 159-161

two words on those thin and worn pages of my Bible cause me to pause, i inhale a deep deep breath and take in the depth of their meaning;

I know…

He knows.  He knows the ins and outs of the struggle.  He knows my frame and remembers i am but dust.  He knows the details and circumstances.   He knows everything.  oh the wonder of being known.

two more words on the page cause me to pause, inhale a deep deep breath and take in the depth of their meaning;

I See…

He sees me here in the struggle.  in the struggle with prayer, in the struggle with life.  oh the comfort of being seen.

about a year ago i stumbled upon this blog by Sara Hagerty; Everybitterthingissweet.com  Learning to breath out adoration of the God who knows and sees me has carried me through many a day when that’s all the praying i can do.  Here’s 4 minutes of being known and seen….

Sara’s message  is one of intimacy with Jesus and adoration of Him.  I’m still waiting for my copy of her book-which releases today.  i have found Him afresh via her instagram posts, and the devotional guide written to accompany the book.  i anticipate finding Him afresh in the pages of this book as well.   anyone who orders by October 14th will get a free download of a song by Ben Woodward and the devotional guide -for more information click here.  

The satisfied soul loathes the honeycomb, but to the hungry soul, every bitter thing is sweet. Proverbs 27:7