When people come up and give me a compliment... I take each remark as if it were a flower. At the end of the day I lift up the bouquet of flowers I have gathered throughout the day and say, 'Here you are, Lord, it is all Yours.'

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.

In darkness God's truth shines most clear.

Forgiveness is not an emotion; it is an act of the will.

I looked on Jesus and the dove of peace entered my heart. I looked at the dove of peace; and lo...off he went.

And for all these people alike, the key to healing turned out to be the same. Each had a hurt he had to forgive.

Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.