"Her great longing was to have a 'single eye' for the glory of God. Whatever might blur the vision God had given her of His work, whatever could distract or deceive or tempt others to seek anything but the Lord Jesus Himself she tried to eliminate. Why waste precious time, painful effort, on lesser things? Someone suggested that more girls would be drawn to the meetings if she offered lessons in sewing or embroidery and administered only a mild dose of the Gospel. But these girls worked from five in the morning till half past six in the evening. They had one day off in ten. They hadn't time for foolishness. Furthermore, so far as Amy could see, there was no scriptural warrant for 'consecrated fancywork and chatter,' for 'fleshly things rather than spiritual.' 'I would rather have two who came in earnest than a hundred who came to play,' she said. 'We have no time to toy with souls like this. It is not by ceremonial teamaking and flower arranging, not by wool chrysanthemum-making and foreign sewing-learning, but 'by My Spirit, saith the Lord.'"
"If there were less of what seems like ease in our lives they would tell more for Christ and souls...We profess to be strangers and pilgrims, seeking after a country of our own, yet we settle down in the most un-stranger-like fashion, exactly as if we were quite at home and meant to stay as long as we could. I don't wonder apostolic miracles have died. Apostolic living certainly has."
Amy knew life is not about living. It is about dying.
I think that is something so few of us as believers have yet to grasp. It is something my life is far from embodying. Yet, I am encouraged by her example to continually learn what it means to embrace the fullness of life through the death. Crucifying myself daily in order that Christ may be represented through me.
"All along I thought I was learning how to take
How to bend, not how to break
How to live, not how to cry
But really, I've been learning how to die
I've been learning how to die."