Quotes from Catherine Marshall
The unfolding of our friendship with the Father will be a never-ending revelation strretching on into eternity
— Catherine Marshall
I learned that true forgiveness includes total acceptance.
— Catherine Marshall
Acceptance says, True, this is my situation at the moment. I'll look unblinkingly at the reality of it. But I'll also open my hands to accept willingly whatever a loving Father sends me.
— Catherine Marshall
It's today I must be living.
— Catherine Marshall
Still, he never felt that the sermons he wrote at the cottage were good. By the time he got back to Washington to preach them, they no longer excited him. They seemed cold, lifeless. This was probably because Peter's best sermons rose out of the soil of emotion in his own heart. That emotion had to be a present, valid reality. He could not conjure it up.
— Catherine Marshall
It's today I must be living.
— Catherine Marshall
The house, it's already been a-settin' here for a hundred years. It'll be right here tomorrow. It's today I must be livin'.
— Catherine Marshall
The search for God begins at the point of need.
— Catherine Marshall
Have you ever thought that the only ugly things in this Cove are man's fault, while the beautiful things are God's work? Look at those mountains.
— Catherine Marshall
Always their men would be fighters, quick to take offense, slow to forgive. To their children and to their children's children they would hand down their love of race, their personal loyalties, their stubbornnesses, their distrust of governments, their servility to no man. These are their strengths and their weaknesses, their glory—and sometimes, Christy, their damnation.
— Catherine Marshall
Dean's eyes were studying me. You have a way with words. What kind of writing do you want to do? Articles for Dad's paper, to start. What do you want to write about? I paused, suddenly uncertain about how much to share. Dean's eyes were reassuring. When I know more, I'd like to write about deeper things.
— Catherine Marshall
In my journal I logged this comment: On the day that I was officially a grown woman, I felt anything but feminine rather, befouled from the sweat of hard physical labor and the stinking mud. I wanted nothing so much as to sleep for a week.
— Catherine Marshall