Saturday, April 11, 2015


Dwelling Place
Nicole Nordeman

In You I trust
In You alone - my dwelling place will be..


Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Where can I flee from Your presence?
If I go up to the heavens... if I make my bed in the depths, 
You are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there Your hand will guide me, 
Your right hand will hold me fast.

Psalm 139:7-10


The Hiding Place - Corrie Ten Boom
The Invasion p.67

She was making tea, she brought it into the dining room 
where we had covered the windows with heavy black paper and set out the best cups.
Somewhere in the night there was an explosion, 
the dishes in the cupboard rattled.
For an hour we sipped our tea and talked, 
until the sound of planes died away and the sky was silent.
 I said goodnight to Betsie...
 and groped my way up the dark stairs .. 
The fiery light was gone from the sky.
 I felt for my bed; there was my pillow. 
Then in the darkness my hand closed over something hard. Sharp too.
I felt blood trickle along a finger.
It was a piece of metal, ten inches long.
I raced down the stairs with the shrapnel shard in my hand.
We went back to the dining room and stared at it in the light, 
while Betsie bandaged my hand; "On your pillow," she kept saying.
"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 Gods world. 
And no places that are safer than other places.
The centre of His will is our only safety - 
O Corrie, let us pray that we may always know it!"