God Does Not Have Problems. Only Plans.

One Day As Father And I Were Returning From Our Walk We Found The Grote Markt Cordoned Off By A Double Ring Of Police And Soldiers. A Truck Was Parked In Front Of The Fish Mart; Into The Back Were Climbing Men, Women, And Children, All Wearing The Yellow Star. . . . "father! Those Poor People!" I Cried. . . . "those Poor People," Father Echoed. But To My Surprise I Saw That He Was Looking At The Solders Now Forming Into Ranks To March Away. "i Pity The Poor Germans, Corrie. They Have Touched The Apple Of God's Eye.

And Here I Felt A Strange Leaping Of My Heart-god Did! My Job Was To Simply Follow His Leading One Step At A Time, Holding Every Decision Up To Him In Prayer.

The Wonderful Thing About Praying Is That You Leave A World Of Not Being Able To Do Something, And Enter God’s Realm Where Everything Is Possible. He Specializes In The Impossible. Nothing Is Too Great For His Almighty Power. Nothing Is Too Small For His Love.

(on Forgiveness) Didn't He And I Stand Together Before An All Seeing God Convicted Of The Same Murder? For I Had Murdered Him With My Heart And My Tongue.

Memories Are The Key Not To The Past, But To The Future.