Hurrah!

Mar 22, 2007 19:28

Finally got my broadband sorted in my Perth abode, (just intime to begin online revision for my exam in July ( Read more... )

new beginnings

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islandboy March 22 2007, 20:54:56 UTC
I am so amazed and impressed that you got it all set up without a single technical help phone call to yours truly! Respect.

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plainrose March 22 2007, 21:53:28 UTC
*takes a bow*
You cheeky coot! Although I was rather chuffed I didn't have to seek "yours truly's" help....I must be growing up at last ;-p

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allthings_well March 24 2007, 04:46:08 UTC
I have a copy of "Thou Givest...they gather" in my own Amy Carmichael collection . Her writings are a continuing source of encouragement, challenge, and joy.... born out of difficulties, disappointments and pain, they still in our time are such a rich blessing on the lives of we who read.
Do you read 'Thou Givest' daily, or at random; either is bound to bless.
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In the back of my copy I've listed some of the writers &c. she mentions.
On page 71 this challenges me - it's from Fred Arnot of Central Africa - "I am learning never to be disappointed, but to praise". The heading on that page is from Psalm 137.3 PBV 'Melody in our heaviness'

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plainrose March 24 2007, 09:47:57 UTC
I read it at random, though almost on a daily basis. Each time,whatever portion I read just seems to hit the mark for me at that point in time! I'm ever amazed at how God can speak so clearly from writings like that...it is indeed a blessing.
I've not read the excerpt you've mentioned yet.One that I read last week was titled 'caged'....with a quote from M Guyon,then an exposition.You should see if you can find it...it's in the chapter " Acceptable Service".
(My copy is currently in Perth so can't write the exact page number)

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allthings_well March 24 2007, 10:29:00 UTC
I like to think we are blessed by this same Amy Carmichael book.

In my copy it's on p. 126. I think Mme Guyon wrote this while imprisoned for His sake - 17thC.

> 'A little bird am I,
Shut from the fields of air;
Yet in my cage I sit and sing
To Him who placed me there;
Well pleased a prisoner to be,
Because, my God, it pleases Thee.

Nought have I else to do
I sing the whole day long;
And He whom most I love to please,
Doth listen to my song;
He caught and bound my wandering wing
But still He bends to hear me sing.

My cage confines me round;
Abroad I cannot fly;
But though my wing is closely bound,
My heart's at liberty;
My prison walls cannot control
The flight, the freedom of the soul.

Ah! it is good to soar
These bolts and bars above,
To Him whose purpose I adore,
Whose Providence I love;
And in Thy mighty will to find
The joy, the freedom of the mind.

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plainrose March 24 2007, 11:45:27 UTC
Amen! Reading the poem in it's entirety gives even greater meaning- thanks.

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