Amy wrote:
How often we have  been tempted to wish that we could  shelter one and another, Indian and foreign too, from hurtful things,  especially from the long ache of [spiritual] battle wounds.  Vain wish  and foolish.  We never can. We can only watch, as perhaps their  [guardian]angels watch while they go through everything, more than  conquerors by the grace of the Conqueror.
His thoughts said, I cannot go on any longer.
His  Father said, Thou canst. Thou canst do all things I appoint,through  Christ  which strengtheneth thee. Doth the burning sun distress thee?   There shall be a shadow from the heat.  Art thou beaten by the storm?   There shall be a covert for thee from the storm and from the rain. Dost  thou say with another servant of mine, 'My daily furnace is the tongue of  men?' Thou  knowest how to find thy way  to the pavilion where thou  shalt be kept from the strife of tongues.  Or is it that thou art too  weary to know why thou art so weary? Then come unto me and I will  refresh thee.
This exchange  shared with Amy Carmichael inspired her to write the words of the following hymn:
Heart that is weary because of the way,
Facing the wind and the sting of the spray,
Come unto Me and I will refresh you.
Heart that has tasted of travail and toil,
Burdened for souls whom the foe would despoil,
Come unto Me and I will refresh you.
Heart that is frozen--a handful of snow,
Heart that is faded--a sky without glow,
Come unto Me and I will refresh you.
Heart that is weary, O come unto Me,
Fear not whatever the trouble may be.
Come unto Me and I will refresh you.
 
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Wonderful!
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