Jocelyn Green Quotes
“Honest confession is an externalizing of an inward conversation for the purpose of gaining insight, releasing a burden, or admitting reality. Confession leads to movement and helps us get out of merely coping. It opens doors to growth and change because it is an act of congruence. By externalizing--sharing--our true state of affairs, w are better able to receive the help we really need.”
“Incredible. Marc-Paul was intrigued by the apostle for whom he was named. Before Paul was an apostle of Christ's, he too followed the law with what he considered a righteous vengeance. But after his conversion, every letter he wrote to the early churches began and ended with grace. Not the law, but grace.”
“With her hand pressed to her heart, Julianne trapped a groan in her chest. 'Does the pain ease?' she whispered.
Francoise sighed. 'The pain changes, and you will change with it. The sharp edges wear away in time, but the loss remains. You'll learn how to live with it. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think of my little girl, and I warrant you won't forget your son. Never, as long as you live. And when we get to heaven, our little ones will know their mamas. I believe God Almighty, and the Blessed Virgin, who also knows what it is to lose a child, will see to that.”
“She and Martine had not divulged the details of their pasts, for sharing the present had been enough. Their friendship had been woven from slender threads, with blank spaces where secrets were kept. It was precious, nonetheless. A piece of lace, gently worked. The empty places were as meaningful as the strands that embraced them.”
“If my faith were stronger, I would say that I consider the trial a joy. I would say that testing produces perseverance. But if I am honest, I just want this pain to go away. I don’t feel it all the time, mind you. But when I do, I’m not thankful for it. It’s a festering boil in need of lancing. It’s not sorrow. Sorrow to me is a temporary hollowing. But this boil beneath the surface spreads a fever to every part of me. It’s anger. It’s an unforgiveness that I need to deal with, but I don’t know how. Or don’t want to.”
“Do you believe in God, Mr. Olmsted?” asked Charlotte. He looked up, confused. “Are we changing the subject here?” “I believe He is sovereign, even in war. If he means us to be safe, we will be safe here, on the peninsula, or in our homes. If our days are to end, then they will end, no matter where we happen to be. He is ultimately in control of our well-being. Not the government, not the Sanitary Commission, not you. So please. Let us come, and leave our safekeeping in God’s hands. We have work to do.”