a. carmichael: useless May 28
Another letter from the collection, Candles In The Dark
To one who felt useless
My first feeling was to write and tell you that you are mistaken, but though I think you are, in part, I won’t write so. Instead, I will say what our heavenly Father said to me a long time ago, and says to me still very often: “See in it a chance to die.”
Perhaps the brave love of God is touching is touching with death the I in you, that it may be in very truth “not I but Christ”. This is your heart’s desire, your deepest desire, and He counts nothing too much to do, that it may be fully fulfilled. “Ponder the voice of my humble desire.” He has pondered it; He is answering it. So be of good cheer. Don’t heed the devil’s whisper about uselessness. Is he not the father of lies? Why believe a liar? God is working out a most beautiful purpose.
Not good night, and let the Lord give His beloved sleep untroubled by the unkind remarks of the enemy. Believe me, he is not at all trustworthy, and you well know your Lord is. Does He ever break His word? No, never, and He knows that you know it. “For Thou, Lord, has never failed them that fear Thee.” No, nor ever will.
Yup, my name is Danica. Like the race car driver, whose name I know, but whose career I know nothing about. A Nascar fan I am not. Things like reading, playing piano, gardening, cooking, sewing, writing, and keeping my bathroom bleached are more up my alley. 
