"I was thinking of our Lord, and of the touching comparison He chose in order to make us believe in His tenderness. That is just what He has done for me all my life: He has wholly hidden me beneath His wings! I cannot express what passed within my heart. Ah! the good God does well to veil Himself from my sight, to show me the effects of His Mercy rarely, and as it were, "through the lattices;"[1] such consolations would, I feel, be more than I could bear.
HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. XII
"Oh! how good is the good God!" . . .
she would sometimes exclaim. "Yes,
He must indeed be good to give me the
strength to endure all that I suffer."
HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. XII
One day she said to the Mother
Prioress:
"I would like to speak to you, Mother, of the state of my soul; but I cannot, I am too deeply moved just now."
- ↑ Cant., ii, 9.
