Sarah Sundin Quotes & Sayings

Oh Lord, that's it, isn't it? That's trust. I have to trust you even if he rapes me. You'll be with me. You'll help me through somehow. — Sarah Sundin

Maybe that was the point of giving after all. He thought he'd given to fill others. He thought giving would allow others to fill him. But he'd had it wrong. Giving laid the holes bare and revealed his insufficiency to fill or be filled. To truly give, he had to lean wholly on God. The Lord alone could use him to help others, and the Lord alone could replenish his empty stores. — Sarah Sundin

She kissed him back, opening every cavern of her heart for him to explore, to own, to love. — Sarah Sundin

Silver had its own worth, its own beauty, a quieter beauty, a beauty that reflected rather than called attention to itself. There was nothing wrong with that, and nothing wrong with her. Someday, a man would come along who preferred silver. — Sarah Sundin

The shame of her youth screamed at her from every brick, but Jesus silenced it. She had dreaded this moment for weeks, but God was so powerful. In the very place of her worst sin and deepest pain his peace billowed through her soul. — Sarah Sundin

They deserve our prayers, not our gossip. — Sarah Sundin

So this was friendship - the pain of ripping open one's heart rewarded with intimacy and understanding. — Sarah Sundin

When we're not following God's will, our sacrifices aren't acceptable to Him. What God wants most is for us to be broken before Him, walk with Him, know Him, and obey Him. — Sarah Sundin

Ruth wiped her eyes. Successful at a price? Forgiven but damaged? She wished so much more for her baby sister. — Sarah Sundin

Forgiveness doesn't require approval," she said. "God never approves of sin, but he still forgives us. — Sarah Sundin

I thought it would fix everything, but it just made everything worse. Lies do. Remember when I told you white lies were like ball bearings in the machinery of society? Wrong. Lies are like incendiary bombs, burning and melting and mangling everything- trust, hopes, everyone you love. — Sarah Sundin

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She raised her head and saw a squadron of fighter planes. She stretched her hand high as if she could grab hold and climb away from what she had done, from who she was. — Sarah Sundin

of course you understand why he can't forgive you because you can't forgive yourself. You don't even believe God forgave you...if you did you'd shove off that shame. Jesus forgave you. Why can't you? Why can't Jack? — Sarah Sundin

Sonetimes the hardest person to forgive is yourself. — Sarah Sundin

Jesus didn't take away her tears, he received them. He didn't take away the memories, he shared them. He didn't take away the hurts, he felt them. Somehow, with the Lord, she could bear it. — Sarah Sundin

He raged and questioned and mourned. Eventually he found peace - not peace like some still pond, but peace like a river, jostling over rocks, hurtling over falls, whirling in eddies. Authentic, rugged peace. — Sarah Sundin

Ah, you can't think when you're in love. — Sarah Sundin

Oh, what one kiss could do. — Sarah Sundin

The women's gazes skewered him from opposite ends, making him feel like corn on the cob, sweating over the grill. — Sarah Sundin

A surge of rightness and determination rushed into his chest. If he showed Mary his interest, told her how he felt, maybe her heart would bend to him. Even if it didn't, even if he made a complete fool of himself and lost his friendship with her, it was the true thing to do. True to his heart, true to where God seemed to be leading him. — Sarah Sundin

All he wanted was to show her she was worthy of a long journey, worthy of an apology, worthy of love. She didn't have to accept any of it, but she needed to know. — Sarah Sundin

Long ago she'd clamped an iron shell around her heart and nothing and no one could pry it lose, but deep inside the tender flesh still beat. — Sarah Sundin

Sometimes the Lord wants us to fight, but sometimes he wants us to surrender. Surrender can require a lot more courage than fighting. — Sarah Sundin

Brick walls towered over her. Decrepit staircases crowded about her. Nothing had changed. The line there, the lessons there, the rape there. Shouldn't the place be crimson with blood and black with shame? — Sarah Sundin

God isn't like a candy machine. We can't insert a good deed and receive a blessing. Then we'd be in charge, not him. — Sarah Sundin