What an amazing story!
I have to say I've read a lot of great books over the years, but this one was extraordinary.
Corrie, her sister Betsie, and the rest of their family are such an inspiration.
I often cried reading their story and long to know God more after reading it.
He is so good.
Corrie uses the first few chapters to share her family life in Holland. A little background of a normal everyday life. Then the war came, they hid Jews in their home, were later caught, sent to prison, then to a horrific concentration camp.
One thing that stood out to me in this book was that it wasn't just their story, as much as it was about the Lord and how good and faithful He is. How His plans are not ours, and how He teaches and grows us through adversaries. All of these people are now with Him, experiencing the fullness of joy from the Lord.
|Betsie Ten Boom|
Betsie understood God.
She knew Him well and praised Him in all things. She gave me a better understanding of who God is, His greatness, His holiness, His faithfulness and His love for us.
It was beyond encouraging.
Here Betsie encourages Corrie after Corrie finds shrapnel on her pillow during a bombing:
"'Betsie, if I hadn't heard you in the kitchen...'
But Betsie put a finger on my mouth. 'Don't say it, Corrie! There are no 'ifs' in God's world. And no places that are safer than other places. The center of His will is our only safety - Oh Corrie, let us pray that we may always know it!"
|Corrie Ten Boom|
Corrie then went on to accomplish only what God could accomplish. And she gave Him all the glory for the many lives He touched through her.
I'll leave you with a conversation between Betsie and Corrie when they are both overwhelmed by the hatred and brutality within the concentration camp.
Women being forced to parade around in the cold, naked., humiliated. Their dignity stripped from them.
Corrie writes here:
"...it was one of these mornings while we were waiting, shivering, in the corridor, that yet another page in the Bible leapt into life for me.
He hung naked on the cross.
I had not known - I had not thought...The paintings, the carved crucifixes showed at the least a scrap of cloth. But this, I suddenly knew, was the respect and reverence of the artist. But oh - at the time itself, on that other Friday morning - there had been no reverence. No more than I saw in the faces around us now.
I leaned toward Betsie, ahead of me in line. Her shoulder blades stood out sharp and thin beneath her blue-mottled skin.
'Betsie, they took His clothes, too.'
Ahead of me I heard a little gasp. 'Oh Corrie. And I never thanked Him..."
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