The Hiding Place

..."My dear sister-in-law," Father began gently, "there is a joyous journey which each of God's children sooner of later sets out on. And, Jans, some must go to their Father empty-handed. but you will run to Him with hands full!"
"All your clubs..." Tante Anna ventured
"Your writings...," Mama added.
"The funds you've raised...," said Betsie.
"Your talks...," I began.
But our well-meant word were useless. In front of us the proud face crumpled; Tante Jans put her hands over her eyes and began to cry. "Empty, empty!" she choked at last through her tears. "How can we bring anything to God? What does He care for our little tricks and trinkets?"
And then as we listened in disbelief she lowered her hands and, with tears still coursing down her face, whispered, "Dear Jesus, I thank You that we must come with empty hands. I thank You that You have done all- all- on the cross, and that all we need in life of death is to be sure of this."


    ~ The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom ~