What are we that we should ask Him, Why doest Thou thus? It is the Lord, and that is enough; it is the Lord, let Him do as seems Him good. Let Him lift up or cast down, let Him wound or heal, let Him smite or soothe, let Him give life or death, He is always Lord; we are but His work. What matter, so long as He is glorified, and His will is fulfilled in us? Let us throw self aside, and then God's will, unfolding hour by hour, will content us as to all He does in or around us. "
*Francois Fenelon
“Will you carry it off the train, Corrie?” he said. I stood up and tugged at it. It was crammed with the watches and spare parts he had purchased that morning. “It’s too heavy,” I said. “Yes,” he said. “and it would be a pretty poor father who would ask his little girl to carry such a load. It’s the same way, Corrie, with knowledge. Some knowledge is too heavy for children. When you are older and stronger you can bear it. For now you must trust me to carry it for you.” And I was satisfied. More than satisfied—wonderfully at peace. There were answers to this and all my hard questions—for now I was content to leave them in my father’s keeping.
The Hiding Place
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