Quote by Savannah Jane McCrary

“In the midst of all the misery, Gerrit found great comfort in looking up at the sky. While at eye level everything was gray and suffering and cruelty and despair, when he looked up, there was beauty and light and color. Sometimes there was a column of smoke rising and marring the beauty, but always it dissipated, and even the smoke could not reach the highest expanses of the sky. On some days, the sky was clear and blue; other days there were clouds, sometimes white and puffy, reminding Gerrit of a flock of sheep. Other days the clouds were gray, but even gray clouds filled Gerrit with hope because no matter how terrible things were on the ground, the sky remained pure and unchanged. And every morning and every evening, the sky was splattered with yellows, reds, pinks, purples, and oranges. Not even the Nazis can stop God from painting the sky every morning and evening.”

Quote by Savannah Jane McCrary