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The Hiding Place
My job was simply to follow His leading one step at a time, holding every decision up to Him in prayer.
from The Hiding Place by John Sherrill
Happiness isn’t something that depends on our surroundings, Corrie. It’s something we make inside ourselves.”
from The Hiding Place by John Sherrill
“Jesus is Victor.”
from The Hiding Place by John Sherrill
His blue eyes seemed to be seeing beyond the locked and crowded room, beyond Haarlem, beyond earth itself, as he quoted from memory: “Thou art my hiding place and my shield: I hope in thy word. . . . Hold thou me up, and I shall be safe. . . .”
from The Hiding Place by John Sherrill
“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!”
from The Hiding Place by John Sherrill
I opened my mouth to say, “Five.” But the number that unexpectedly and astonishingly came out instead was, “One hundred.”
from The Hiding Place by John Sherrill
“God loves Karel—even more than you do—and if you ask Him, He will give you His love for this man, a love nothing can prevent, nothing destroy. Whenever we cannot love in the old, human way, Corrie, God can give us the perfect way.”
from The Hiding Place by John Sherrill
Was it possible that this—all of this that seemed so wasteful and so needless—this war, Scheveningen prison, this very cell, none of it was unforeseen or accidental? Could it be part of the pattern first revealed in the Gospels?
from The Hiding Place by John Sherrill
Father would take the train to Amsterdam each week to bring back the time from the Naval Observatory and it was a source of pride to him that the astronomical clock was never more than two seconds off in the seven days.
from The Hiding Place by John Sherrill
She loved the people she saw in the street—and beyond: her love took in the city, the land of Holland, the world. And so I learned that love is larger than the walls that shut it in.
from The Hiding Place by John Sherrill