What wings are to a bird, and sails to a ship, so is prayer to the soul.

It hurts when God has to PRY things out of our hand!

If the devil cannot make us bad, he will make us busy.

If Jesus were born one thousand times in Bethlehem and not in me, then I would still be lost.

My father prayed because he had a good friend with whom to share the problems of the day.

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.

If you want to hear God's voice clearly and you are uncertain, then remain in His presence until He changes this uncertainty. Often much can happen during this waiting for the Lord. Sometimes, He changes pride into humility; doubt into faith and peace; sometimes lust into purity. The Lord can and will do it.