What Wings Are To A Bird, And

.....joy Runs Deeper Than Despair.

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.

What Joy That The Bible Tells Us The Great Comfort That The Best Is Yet To Be. Our Outlook Goes Beyond This World.

How Often It Is A Small, Almost Unconscious Event That Makes A Turning Point.

Dear Jesus...how Foolish Of Me To Have Called For Human Help When You Are Here.