The Autobiography of Madame GuyonGuyon, Jeanne Marie Bouvier de la Motte
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The Autobiography of Madame Guyon
Guyon, Jeanne Marie Bouvier de la Motte
Catholics -- France -- Biography; Guyon, Jeanne Marie Bouvier de La Motte, 1648-1717
which one may compare to refined but tarnished gold. It has no more
need to be purified in the fire, having undergone that operation; but
needs only to be burnished. So it seemed to be with me at that time.
CHAPTER 10
My daughter had the smallpox. They sent for a physician from Geneva,
who gave her over. Father La Combe then came in to visit, and pray with
her. He gave her his blessing; soon after she wonderfully recovered.
The persecution of the New Catholics against me continued and
increased; yet, for all that, I did not fail to do them all the good in
my power. My daughter's mistress came often to converse with me, but
much imperfection appeared in her discourses, though they were on
religious subjects. Father La Combe regulated many things in regard to
my daughter, which vexed her mistress so much, that her former
friendship was turned into coldness. She had grace, but suffered nature
too frequently to prevail. I told her my thought on her faults, as I
was inwardly directed to do; but though, at that time, God enlightened
her to see the truth of what I said, and she has been more enlightened
since, yet the return of her coldness toward me ensued upon it. The
debates between her and my sister grew more tart and violent. My
daughter, who was only six years and a half old, by her little
dexterities found a way to please them both, choosing to do her
exercises twice over, first with the one, then with the other, which
continued not long; for as her mistress generally neglected her, doing
things at one time, and leaving them at another, she was reduced to
learn only what my sister and I taught her. Indeed the changeableness
of my sister was so excessive, that, without great grace, it was hard
to suit one's self to it; yet she appeared to me to surmount herself in
many things. Formerly, I could scarce bear her manners; but I have
since loved everything in God, who has given me a very great facility
to bear the faults of my neighbor, with a readiness to please and
oblige everyone and such a compassion for their calamities or
distresses as I never had before.
I have no difficulty to use condescension with imperfect persons; I
should be secretly smitten if I failed therein; but with souls of grace
I cannot bear this human manner of acting, nor suffer long and frequent
conversations. It is a thing of which few are capable. Some religious
persons say that these conversations are of great service. I believe it
may be true for some, but not for all; for there is a period wherein it
hurts, especially when it is of our own choice; the human inclination
corrupting everything. The same things which would be profitable, when
God, by His Spirit, draws to them, become quite otherwise, when we of
ourselves enter into them. This appears to me so clear, that I prefer
being a whole day with the worst of persons, in obedience to God,
before being one hour with the best, only from my own choice and
inclination.
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