I was at the end of my first week in America and practically at the end of my money. The clerk at the YWCA had told me I could not stay there another week. Where should she forward my mail?
"I don't know yet. God has a room for me but He has not told me where yet."
I could see by the look on her face that she was concerned about me. Then she handed me a piece of mail which she had overlooked. The letter was from a woman who heard me speak in New York. She was offering me the use of her son's room.
I gave the amazed clerk my new address after thanking God for His care.
"But my God shall supply all your need . . . ." Philippians 4:19 RSV
"Thank You, Lord, that we may know that our need is never greater than the Helper.
RSV - The Revised Standard Version of the Bible Copyright © 1946, 1952, 1971 and 1973
Corrie ten Boom
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