Quotes about Resilience

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

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.

Clouds, too, can give light if only the sun shines on them.

We knew that in spite of daily mounting risks we had no choice but to move forward. This was evil's hour: we could not run away from it. Perhaps only when human effort had done its best and failed, would God's power alone be free to work.

AND SO THE shadow fell across us that winter afternoon in 1937, but it rested lightly. Nobody dreamed that this tiny cloud would grow until it blocked out the sky. And nobody dreamed that in this darkness each of us would be called to play a role: Father and Betsie and Mr. Kan and Willem—even the funny old Beje with its unmatching floor levels and ancient angles.

He stamped on his cigar stub in the ashtray beside the radio and with it, it seemed, the anger too, for his voice grew gentle again. "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.

Love is the strongest force in the world, and when it is blocked that means pain. "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...

Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow; it empties today of its strength.

I slipped my arm beneath Betsie's shoulders and half-carried her the final quarter-mile. At last the path ended and we lined up facing the single track, over a thousand women standing toe to heel.

We were shoved against the back wall. Thirty or forty people were all that could fit in. And still the soldiers drove women over the side, cursing, jabbing with their guns. Shrieks rose from the center of the car but still the press increased. It was only when eighty women were packed inside that the door thumped shut and we heard iron bolts driven into place.