As the name of my blog indicates, I spend a lot of time thinking about home. Of course, my Heavenly Home is the one that is eternal, so that’s where I need to lay up my treasures, and that’s the one I’m striving for. But in the meantime, I have been given this tiny piece of the here-and-now—this home on the edge of town, this family, this neighborhood—in which to serve Him. And, though this is in the earthly realm, I want the things that happen here to be investments in the Heavenly realm.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Mountain Breezes

Because we love poetry, and because it is National Poetry Month after all, I thought I would share some of our favorite poetry books during the month of April.

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The much-loved poetry books that I've shared here and here are children's books (although I don't think you have to be a child to enjoy either!), but today I'm going to tell you one of my favorite poem books for adults—Mountain Breezes.

I dearly love this collection of poems by Amy Carmichael, missionary to India. It is full of inspirational gems! I have never read through all of the poems in this book...there are just so many! I'll tell you the slightly strange way that I approach this book. I begin reading a section until I find a poem that speaks to a deep place in my heart. Then I highlight the title of the poem, both where the poem is within the book, and also in the index. I do this so that I can easily find a poem when I try to look back at it at a later time. I have memorized several of these poems...they are so worthy of the effort.

You may remember me posting these:

Today, I'll share with you one of the first poems in Mountain Breezes that caught my attention.

Amy Carmichael

O Love Divine, if we can see
In our beloved so dear a grace,
When Love unveils, what will it be
To see Thee face to face?

1 comment:

  1. Cheryl, you KNOW what this book means to me. I have referred to it so many times. The copy I'm now using is one that I had given my mother a couple of years before she died. In it, she has underlined some of the words that spoke to her ... and those underlinings are especially dear to me now. I think you could take either single one of the poems written by Amy Carmichael and just get lost in the depths. I have to keep reminding myself that she spent the last twenty years of her life confined to her room, mostly in her bed. I can't imagine what that must have been like for her. But look at the harvest of her sufferings; untold numbers of people who have seen more of Jesus because of the things she wrote while lying in that bed. It amazes me.


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