“...suddenly I was afraid of what Father would say. Afraid he would say,
"There'll be someone else soon," and that forever afterward this
untruth would lie between us. For in some deep part of me I knew already
that there would not--soon or ever--be anyone else.
The sweet cigar-smell came into the room with Father. And of course he did not say the false, idle words.
"Corrie," he began instead, "do you know what hurts so very much?
It's love. Love is the strongest force in the world, and when it is
blocked that means pain.
"There are two things we can do
when this happens. We can kill the love so that it stops hurting. But
then of course part of us dies, too. Or, Corrie, we can ask God to open
up another route for that love to travel.
"God loves
Karel--even more than you do--and if you ask Him, He will give you His
love for this man, a love nothing can prevent, nothing destroy. Whenever
we cannot love in the old, human way, Corrie, God can give us his
perfect way."
I did not know, as I listened to Father's
footsteps winding back down the stairs, that he had given me more than
the key to this hard moment. I did not know that he had put into my
hands the secret that would open far darker rooms than this--places
where there was not, on a human level, anything to love at all.
"