The story I really like happened when Amy was three. She prayed that God would change the colour of her brown eyes and give her blue eyes instead. She fell asleep and first thing next morning she rushed to the table climbed on a chair and peered into the mirror only to find that her eyes were --------- still brown. We are told that her mother heard her cry and came to comfort her.
Here is how Amy described this event years later in a poem:
Just a tiny little child three years old,
And a mother with a heart all of gold.
Often did that mother say, Jesus hears us when we pray,
For He’s never far away and He always answers.
Now, that tiny little child had brown eyes,
And she wanted blue instead like blue skies.
For her mother’s eyes were blue like forget-me-nots.
She knew all her mother said was true,
Jesus always answered.
So she prayed for two blue eyes, said ‘Good-Night’,
Went to sleep in deep content and delight.
Woke up early, climbed a chair by a mirror
Where, o where could the blue eyes be?
Not there; Jesus hadn’t answered.
Hadn’t answered her at all;
Never more could she pray; her eyes were brown as before.
Did a little soft wind blow? Came a whisper soft and low,
‘Jesus answered. He said, No;
Isn’t No an answer?’.
Blue was Amy’s favourite colour. But it was to prove very important that Amy had brown eyes because when Amy went to India this was an advantage. To have blue eyes people would know you were foreign. When she would have gone into the Temple to find out about the Temple children, she used to stain her hands and arms with coffee, and visit places that foreign women could never go. She wore Indian dress, but if her eyes had been blue her disguise might have easily been broken.
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