Quotes About Hope

To whomever she speaks, African students on the shores of Lake Victoria, farmers in a Cuban sugar field, prisoners in an English penitentiary or factory workers in Uzbekistan, she brings the truth they learned in Ravensbruck: Jesus can turn loss into glory.

The minister spoke in a well-modulated voice. Then we joined in singing. I could not help but make comparisons: the dirty prison dormitory, infection-ridden and filthy, the beds full of lice, and now this. Clean sheets and pillow cases and a spotless floor. The hoarse voices of the slave drivers and the mature, melodious voice of the minister. Only the singing was the same, for we had sung at Ravensbruck. Singing was one of the ways we kept up our courage.

when we've lost a friend, when a dream has failed, when we seem to have nothing left in the world to make life beautiful—that's when God says, You're richer than you think. Elizabeth

Of course it was not my wholeness, but Christ's that made the difference. The

Oh, my dears, I am sorry for all Dutchmen now who do not know the power of God. For we will be beaten. But He will not.

When I enter that beautiful city, And the saints all around me appear, I hope that someone will tell me: it was you who invited me here.

Whatever in our life is hardest to bear, love can transform into beauty. And

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.

Worrying does not empty tomorrow of its troubles...it empties today of its strength.

It was one thing to believe that such things were possible thousands of years ago, another to have it happen now, to us, this very day.

And so Betsie and I arrived in Barracks 8 in the small hours of that morning, bringing not only the Bible, but a new knowledge of the power of Him whose story it was.

One, the observable, external life, grew every day more horrible. The other, the life we lived with God, grew daily better, truth upon truth, glory upon glory.

The blacker the night around us grew, the brighter and truer and more beautiful burned the word of God. "Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? . . . Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.

Tiddak ada lubang yang begitu dalam sehingga kasih Allah tidak bisa mencapai lebih dalam lagi.

For that which is in your heart can never be taken from you. Then I told her of what I learned in Ravens Brook, of Betsey's vision, and that God's love still stands when all else has fallen. In the concentration camp they took all we had, even made us to stand naked for hours at a time without rest, but they could not take Jesus from our hearts. Ask Jesus to come into your life. He will give you riches no man can take away from you.

For that which is in your heart can never be taken from you.

The worst can happen, but the best remains

such memories are the key not to the past, but to the future. I know that the experiences of our lives, when we let God use them, become the mysterious and perfect preparation for the work He will give us to do.

How should a Christian act when evil was in power?

For I, too, had a hiding place when things were bad. Jesus was this place, the Rock cleft for me.

Whenever we cannot love in the old, human way, Corrie, God can give us the perfect way.

Corrie," he began gently, "when you and I go to Amsterdam—when do I give you your ticket?" I sniffed a few times, considering this. "Why, just before we get on the train." "Exactly. And our wise Father in heaven knows when we're going to need things, too. Don't run out ahead of Him, Corrie. When the time comes that some of us will have to die, you will look into your heart and find the strength you need—just in time.

There are two things we can do when this happens. We can kill the love so that it stops hurting. But then of course part of us dies, too. Or, Corrie, we can ask God to open up another route for that love to travel.

And then we would hear the life-giving words passed back along the aisles in French, Polish, Russian, Czech, back into Dutch. They were little previews of heaven, these evenings beneath the lightbulb. I would think of Haarlem, each substantial church set behind its wrought-iron fence and its barrier of doctrine. And I would know again that in darkness God's truth shines most clear.