Tramp for the Lord

Ahhh, already falling short. Oh, well. It happens.

Guess what I'm reading now... Tramp for the Lord. The story of Corrie ten Boom's life after she comes back to Holland. This lady though! She has shaken my faith. If she can find happiness in witnessing in a concentration camp? Who am I to avoid talking with people about Jesus because it might get awkward? Really, Abby? How selfish are you? I'm going to politely refrain from answering that question.

Anyway, today I have to head to ole Century College to make up for the class I missed yesterday. Woo. No, it'll actually be kind of cool! I'm learning how to make my own custom title screens. That's actually pretty awesome, right?

Well, I think I had better get a JumpStart (I don't know why it's spelled like that. Autocorrect believes it deserves it, I guess. Hope it's not copyrighted) on the day. But first to read my Bible. The book which Corrie ten Boom fights for and hides and cherishes her entire time in prison and in the concentration camp.

In Tramp for the Lord, she talks about her house (the Beje) becoming a museum for her and her family. I couldn't imagine what I would do if I got to see it. I thought I would probably cry if blessed with such an opportunity.

The Hiding Place

Okay, if Esther is reading this she would be so proud of me. I'm all about The Hiding Place! It's so good. If you've never heard of Corrie ten Boom don't feel bad because I hadn't either. But she's this awesome lady who helped hide Jews during World War II. Well, her, her family, and their house. Gosh, I can't stop thinking about it! She and her family have this amazing faith in the middle of these amazing horrific circumstances. I just can't believe it! Every time I think about them I ask God to give me such a brave faith. I feel like such a coward in comparison. In so many sense of the word. Like, I don't think I could handle the pressure of hiding people and having to run drills and organizing hundreds of citizens in a secret underground ring of people to help Jewish people flee the town into (relative) safety. And I also don't think I could handle having to trust God that much. I feel like my faith would shatter when faced with such genuine hardships. But maybe I don't give God enough credit. I don't know. A good quote that I've read out loud to my house chums and guests:
Her sister is comforting her after she found a metal shard on her pillow where not an hour before she left her bed to join her sister downstairs to pray during the night as planes fight each other overhead.

"'Betsie, if I hadn't heard you in the kitchen-'
But Betsie put a finger on my mouth. 'Don't say it, Corrie! There are no "if's" in God's world. And no places that are safer than other places. The center of His will is our only safety- O Corrie, let us pray that we may always know it!'"

Ugh, I just admire them so much. It's so crazy! And here's another thing her sister says after Corrie says she's had a vision of her family and townspeople being led away from their town.

"'I don't know,' she said softly. 'But if God has shown us bad times ahead, it's enough for me that He knows about them. That's why He sometimes shows us things, you know- to tell us that this too is in His hands.'"

Okay, I know I have my class tomorrow morning, but I think I might just have to finish this! Ugh, it's so good!

Also, Ashley came over for dinner and we had Jami's homemade pizza for the first time since the fast. Dat dough doe.