The humid August air hung close around me as I ducked under the attic eaves, peering to the left and right. The storage bins scuffed on the wood floor as I pulled them out into the open space in search of a tucked away treasure.
“Sorry, we cannot help you. It would be too humbling,” the pastor replied bluntly in response to Amy’s question. Amy Carmichael, a missionary to India in the early 1900s, was trying to find Christian women who could assist her in caring for the many needy babies and children that had been brought to her doorstep.
A Brief RecapIn the first installment of this article, I shared how the Lord awakened my heart to the plight of vulnerable children worldwide and began my journey into orphan work. He gently opened my young, 12-year-old eyes to behold the devastating realities of children who had been orphaned, abandoned, and abused.
Godliness with contentment is great gain.1 Timothy 6:6Sitting in a waiting room not long ago, my eyes were immediately drawn to the trendy home renovation show playing on the lobby’s television. Normally I don’t have much attraction to modern TV shows, but decorating and home design episodes can quickly capture my interest.
With the coming of May each spring, the grey days of winter have faded from memory as sprigs of green and bursts of bright colors emerge to delight our senses. At the peak of all this loveliness, Mother’s Day arrives and presents us with the opportunity to once again celebrate the beauty of motherhood and the influential, godly women who have touched our lives.
I'd been working to grow out my hair for the past two years, and just a few short months ago had finally gotten it to a length I was very happy with. I only had a few more inches to go before I reached the ideal length I had in mind. I was so excited! And then disaster ensued.
"But you, when you pray, go into your room, and when you have shut your door, pray to your Father who is in the secret place; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you openly."Matthew 6:6It was a frigid, early winter morning in Michigan over 25 years ago. A young Eric Ludy awoke with an extra spring in his step and an unexplained sense of excitement in his heart. Des
“Jude … come here, buddy.” I looked into the eyes of my toddler as he slowly walked toward me. I had just corrected him out of frustration in a tone that was too harsh — it was the first time I can remember doing so. I was filled with remorse as I looked at his forlorn little face, feeling like I had just completely failed in my motherhood journey.
God is so vastly wonderful, so utterly and completely delightful that He can, without anything other than Himself, meet and overflow the deepest demands of our total nature, mysterious and deep as that nature is.– A.W. TozerIt was early morning.