“Children tie the feet,” is an old Tamil saying that the missionary Amy Carmichael quoted.
Amy wasn’t a physical mother (she never married), but she was “Amma” (which means mother) to hundreds of little boys and girls at her home for children (Dohnavur) near the southern tip of India. Her work for those children not only changed countless lives in her lifetime, but who can measure the impact she made to generations as the children she raised grew up?
The biographer Iain Murray, wrote of Amy, “She would not have let her feet be so tied had she not been convinced that God meant her to be the full-time ‘mother’ of ‘the family’ now gathered.”
Most of the children Amy took care and taught were former temple children, entrapped in a dark life of temple prostitution and sexual slavery.
Amy sacrificed everything so that those little ones could experience not just physical freedom, but ultimately spiritual freedom. Her highest calling was to teach each child God’s love for them.
I’ve been thinking a lot about this quote lately and the implications in my own life.
Isn’t it the things that seem to”bind us” that often have the most significance?
But just like Amy, I must be convinced to the very core of my being that the work God has given me has lasting value, otherwise it will seem to be a hinderance. Mere tethers to some sort of better thing.
My simple mornings, afternoons, and evenings at home lose their greatest meaning.
I could reflect more on that this morning, but I’m sure there is much for you to take away from Amy’s words in whatever season of life you may find yourself.
Speaking of being “tied,” we spend much time at home these days since it’s winter (I think maybe I’m starting to get used to a real winter?) and because three little ones who I do not always want to drag around in the cold (though we do fit in some fun outings).
These ordinary moments at home I have really come to treasure so much.
From my home to yours,