|Corrie, author of The Hiding Place|
At last I took up The Hiding Place in an effort to distract myself. Soon, I was weeping afresh; this time with joy! I was blown away by the tender love of my Heavenly Father. I knew it was no coincidence that I read this story from Corrie's childhood as she discussed her fear of death with her father:
"That night as he [father] stepped through the door, I burst into tears. "I need you! I sobbed. "You can't die! You can't!" Father sat down on the edge of the narrow bed. "Corrie," he began gently, "when you and I go to Amsterdam-when do I give you your ticket?"
I sniffed a few times, considering this."Why just before we get on the train."
"Exactly. And our wise Father in heaven knows when we're going to need things too. Don't run out ahead of Him Corrie. When the time comes that some of us will have to die, you will look into your heart and find the strength you need-just in time."
And He has given the strength I need; though I may mourn, He is there. The hope of heaven is strong in my heart, and I know Aunt Jean is there. Though I miss her, I will see her again-in the presence of our Savior. Hallelujah!