"We are assured and know that God being
a partner in their labor, all things work together
and are fitting into a plan for good to and for those
who love God and are called according to
His design and purpose."
The Reverend Peter and Catherine Marshall
and their son, Peter John Marshall
"Hope is not just an appendage to salvation.
It is an essential part of salvation.
We are saved in hope; we are saved by hope.
Hope is built on the faith that brings salvation,
but it is an essential part of the total package."
"That June, as usual, the little Cape Cod cottage beckoned.
As we drove into the yard, we saw that the shutters were
just as blue as ever; the rambler roses were just about to burst
into bloom as they always had; a pair of bluebirds had built
their nest in the old pine by the kitchen door.
Yet there was a difference this year.
Even the little boy could feel it. We tried to be gay
with each other as we unlocked the door.
Our neighbor had very thoughtfully opened some of
the windows, and the white organdy curtains fluttered in
the sea breeze. The Highland Regiments still marched jauntily,
with kilts swinging, across the living-room wall-
The Queen's Own Cameron Highlanders,
the Black Watch and the Royal Scots Greys.
By his favorite lounge chair sat Peter's slippers,
just as he had stepped out of them, and on the table
by the chair lay a pocket edition of
"The Case of the Perfumed Mouse".
Each room spoke of him; his presence was everywhere.
In the hall closet was one of his summer hats, the one whose
blue band had faded to an intriguing shade of lavender.
Under his bed were his old white shoes, the pair he used
for garden work, with a pair of blue socks still stuffed inside.
I held one of the shoes in my hand and thought, "Now I
understand those words, 'O memories, that bless and burn.
O God, how it hurts!"
Later that evening,
after the tempest of emotion had subsided
a bit, I headed beachward.
The waves made gentle little lapping noises
on the pebbled shore, and there was a path
of silver across the water.
The crisp sea air fanned my hot cheeks.
Suddenly I remembered
something, the last words I had ever spoken to Peter.
Was it possible that God had prompted those words,
seemingly so casual?
The scene was etched forever on my mind-
Peter lying on the stretcher where two orderlies had put him
down for a moment, while the ambulance waited just outside the
front door. Peter had looked up at me and smiled through his pain,
his eyes full of tenderness, and I had leaned close to him and said,
"Darling, I'll see you in the morning."
As I stood looking out towards that far horizon, I knew
that those words would go singing in my heart
down all the years...
down all the years...
""See you, Darling, see you in the Morning..."
Writer Catherine Marshall
"See You In The Morning"
Excerpt from the book, "A Man Called Peter"
By Catherine Marshall