Miracle Monday #18 Corrie\'s miracle story

The Hiding Place
When I was young I was taught by my parents to praise and worship the Lord with every aspect of my life, and in every moment, regardless of what that would entail.
I never struggled with this, until the safety of those I loved came into play... can lying be the will of God? Could dishonesty be pleasing to Him? Am I in sin by going against the law?... these are only a few of the questions I asked myself in one of the most difficult seasons of my life.
The night bombs began falling over my home town I knew life would never be the same, the hollow promises from our prime minister, of peace where proven wrong. As time progressed, food became scarce, we thought things couldn’t get much worse, but they did.
People that I had known for years, friends as well as acquaintances began walking around wearing yellow stars pined to their coats, mistreated in the streets and soon began disappearing.
I knew I had to do something. At this point I had already lied to the police about so much, would lying about hiding people in my house be too much?
I knew deep in my spirit that I was doing the will of God by protecting the apple of his eye.
My sister and I had a wall built into the back of my room, it was amazingly accurate, it looked old and weathered like the original, but sat about three feet in front of it. We hid and saved many people through the use of the hiding place.
On the 28th of February 1944, my family was betrayed and we were taken by the police for protecting and saving countless Jews, going against the Nazi invasion in our home of Holland.
Of the thirty people taken that day, me, my father and sister were the only ones put into jail, I was kept in solitary confinement as the Gestapo knew I was “the ring leader” of a huge underground movement, freeing countless Jews. My father died 10 days into his incarceration, thankfully my sister, Betsy and I remained together for the majority of our incarceration. Around three months later we were sent to Herzogenbusch political concentration camp, and finally to the Ravensbrück concentration camp, a women's labor camp in Germany.
Up until this point you may be able to identify much pain, but looking back I see many miracles as well. Our friends hidden in the secret room were never found by the Gestapo when we were taken away, God seemed to heal one of the women in the small hiding space that had terrible asthma, because no one heard the heavy breathing caused by the rush up the stairs and into the small space.
When my sister and I were taken to the concentration camp, there were so many things to look at and cry over, the general suffering, total and complete demeaning of our humanity by the guards, the hours standing outside in the freezing cold weather, not to mention the hard labor we were made to endure while barely being fed and so much more... however, the Holy Spirit was ever present through my little sister Betsy, she was able to actually live by 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18. She taught me to really rejoice and pray without ceasing, to thank God for things like head lice, due to this horrible bug the soldiers were so disgusted by us and they stayed away, diminishing the physical torture. Another miracle in this dark time was the fact that due to the lice causing the soldiers distance, we were able to conduct Bible studies, prayer and worship services leading the women to a relationship with Christ.
I could go on and on about all the ways we saw God caring for us in those dark days, but for the sake of shortening a long story, one day my sister and I found ourselves in a long line waiting for medical care for her, the sickness she had had for a while was completely taking over her and she was in desperate need of medical care.
While we were imprisoned at Ravensbruck, Betsie and I began to discuss plans for finding a place of healing after the war, we made these plans as much out of hope as a coping mechanism. Our dreams were shattered however when Betsie's health continued to deteriorate, and she died on 16 December 1944 at the age of 59. Before she died, she told me, "There is no pit so deep that He [God] is not deeper still." Twelve days later, I was released. Afterwards, I was told that my release was because of a clerical error and that a week later, all the women in my age group were sent to the gas chambers. Once again, there was God, showing me that He had a purpose for me on this earth.
I returned home alone, in the middle of the “hunger winter”. By the grace of God I was able to do what I loved, I opened my doors to the mentally disabled, and served them as best as I could.
I returned to Germany in 1946 and did the hardest thing I have ever done, I met with and forgave two Germans who had been employed at Ravensbrück, one of whom had been particularly cruel to Betsie. This I only did because of the goodness and grace bestowed on me by our God. I had to ask myself “who am I to not forgive these men? Are they too not made in the image of God?”
I went on to travel the world as a public speaker, appearing in more than 60 countries. I had the privilege of writing many books in this time.
If you remember nothing else from my story I pray that you’d remember these two things...
Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God; and...
If you look at the world you will be distressed, if you look within you will be depressed, if you look at God you’ll be at rest.
My name is Corrie Ten Boom and this is one of my miracle stories.

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