To me, it is so much harder to practice this belief than state it. I have wondered often how people have the courage to do such hard things. Even through all Corrie’s story she shows this is a fundamental belief that she holds.
Near the end of the book, Corrie shares a story of how a story in which ad bandage from a gangrenous foot was put on her face: “I ran sobbing down the corridor and washed and washed beneath the wall spigot in the latrine. I would never step into that aisle again! What did I care about the wretched bedpans! I couldn’t bear…But of course I did go back. I had learned much in the pat year, about what I could and count bear.”
What an amazing story of courage and trust in God. This is a book that I just keep rereading. There is so much wholeness of soul and healing of souls within a very broken world. It does my heart good every time I reread this classic.