Jeanne Marie Bouvier de la Motte Guyon

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Portrait of Jeanne Marie Bouvier de la Motte Guyon Jeanne Marie Bouvier de la Motte Guyon Spiritual Torrents

The soul, after many deaths, expires at last in the arms of Love; but it does not even perceive those arms. It has no sooner expired, than it loses all vital action, all desire, inclination, tendency, choice, repugnance, and aversion. As it draws near to death, it grows weaker; but its life, though languishing and agonising, is still life, and “while there is life there is hope,” even though death be inevitable. The torrent must be buried out of sight.
O God! what is this? What were only precipices become abysses. The soul falls into a depth of misery from which there is no escape.
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Portrait of Jeanne Marie Bouvier de la Motte Guyon Jeanne Marie Bouvier de la Motte Guyon Letters of Madam Guyon

Thou art so much the soul of my soul, and the life of my life, that I have no other life than thine. Let all the world forsake me; my Lord, my Lover lives, and I live in him. This is the deep abyss where I hide myself in these many persecutions. O, abandonment! blessed abandonment! Happy the soul who lives no more in itself, but in God. What can separate my soul from God? Surely, none can pluck me from my Father's hands. All is well, when the soul is in union with him.
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Portrait of Jeanne Marie Bouvier de la Motte Guyon Jeanne Marie Bouvier de la Motte Guyon The Autobiography of Madame Guyon

On that happy Magdalene's Day my soul was perfectly delivered from all its pains. It had already begun since the receipt of the first letter from Father La Combe, to recover a new life. It was then only like that of a dead person raised, though not yet unbound from grave clothes. On this day I was, as it were, in perfect life, and set wholly at liberty. I found myself as much raised above nature, as before I had been depressed under its burden. I was inexpressibly overjoyed to find Him, whom I thought I had lost forever, returned to me again with unspeakable magnificence and purity.
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