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Corrie has just left her bed in the middle of the night because she cannot sleep. After hearing someone moving about in the kitchen, she goes downstairs to drink tea and talk with her sister. When she gets back to her bed, she discovers a long, sharp piece of metal on her pillow that cuts her fingers.

I raced down the stairs with the shrapnel shard in my hand. We went back to the dining room and stared at it in the light while Betsie bandaged my hand. "On your pillow," she kept saying.

"Betsie, if I hadn't heard you in the kitchen....."

But Betsie put a finger on my mouth. "Don't say it, Corrie! There are no 'if's' in God's world. And no places that are safer than other places. The center of His will is our only safety... O Corrie, let us pray that we may always know it!"