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
My husband and mother-in-law, who till now had been indifferent about
this confessor, then joined him and ordered me to leave off prayer, and
the exercise of piety; that I could not do. There was carried on a
conversation within me, very different from that which passed without.
I did what I could to hinder it from appearing, but could not. The
presence of so great a Master manifested itself, even on my
countenance. That pained my husband, he sometimes told me. I did what I
could to hinder it from being noticed, but was not able completely to
hide it. I was so much inwardly occupied that I knew not what I ate. I
made as if I ate some kinds of meat, though I did not take any. This
deep inward attention suffered me scarcely to hear or see anything. I
still continued to use many severe mortifications and austerities. They
did not in the least diminish the freshness of my countenance.
I had often grievous fits of sickness and no consolation in life,
except in the practice of prayer, and in seeing Mother Granger. How
dear did these cost me, especially the former! Is this esteeming the
cross as I ought?--should I not rather say that prayer to me was
recompensed with the cross, and the cross with prayer. Inseparable
gifts united in my heart and life! When your eternal light arose in my
soul, how perfectly it reconciled me and made you the object of my
love! From the moment I received Thee I have never been free from the
cross, nor it seems without prayer--though for a long time I thought
myself deprived thereof, which exceedingly augmented my afflictions.
My confessor at first exerted his efforts to hinder me from practicing
prayer, and from seeing Mother Granger. He violently stirred up my
husband and mother-in-law to hinder me from praying. The method they
took was to watch me from morning until night. I dared not go out from
my mother-in-law's room, or from my husband's bedside. Sometimes I
carried my work to the window, under a pretense of seeing better, in
order to relieve myself with some moment's repose. They came to watch
me very closely, to see if I did not pray instead of working. When my
husband and mother-in-law played cards, if I did turn toward the fire,
they watched to see if I continued my work or shut my eyes. If they
observed I closed them, they would be in a fury against me for several
hours. What is most strange, when my husband went out, having some days
of health, he would not allow me to pray in his absence. He marked my
work, and sometimes, after he was just gone out, returning immediately,
if he found me in prayer he would be in a rage. In vain I said,
"Surely, sir, what matters it what I do when you are absent, if I be
assiduous in attending you when you are present?" That would not
satisfy him; he insisted that I should no more pray in his absence than
in his presence.
I believe there is hardly a torment equal to that of being ardently
drawn to retirement, and not having it in one's power to be retired.
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