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
The smallpox came out
immediately. He ordered that they should have me bled again in the
evening, but she would not suffer it. Fear of displeasing my
mother-in-law, and a total resignation of myself into the hands of God,
I did not retain him.
I am more particular to show how advantageous it is to resign one's
self to God without reserve. Though in appearance He leaves us for a
time to prove and exercise our faith, yet He never fails us, when our
need of Him is the more pressing. One may say with the Scripture, "It
is God who bringeth down to the gates of death, and raiseth up again."
The blackness and swelling of my nose went away and I believe, had they
continued to bleed me, I had been pretty easy. For want of that I grew
worse again. The malady fell into my eyes, and inflamed them with such
severe pain, that I thought I should lose them both.
I had violent pains for three weeks during which time I got little
sleep. I could not shut my eyes, they were so full of the smallpox, nor
open them by reason of the pain. My throat, palate, and gums were
likewise so filled with the pock, that I could not swallow broth, or
take nourishment without suffering extremely. My whole body looked
leprous. All that saw me said that they had never seen such a shocking
spectacle. But as to my soul, it was kept in a contentment not to be
expressed. The hopes of its liberty, by the loss of that beauty, which
had so frequently brought me under bondage, rendered me so satisfied,
and so united to God, that I would not have changed my condition for
that of the most happy prince in the world.
Everyone thought I would be inconsolable. Several expressed their
sympathy in my sad condition, as they judged it. I lay still in the
secret fruition of a joy unspeakable, in this total deprivation of what
had been a snare to my pride, and to the passions of men. I praised God
in profound silence. None ever heard any complaints from me, either of
my pains or the loss I sustained. The only thing that I said was, that
I rejoiced at, and was exceedingly thankful for the interior liberty I
gained thereby; and they construed this as a great crime. My confessor,
who had been dissatisfied with me before, came to see me. He asked me
if I was not sorry for having the smallpox; and he now taxed me with
pride for my answer.
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