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
Adorable conduct of my God! there must be no guide for the person whom
Thou art leading into the regions of darkness and death, no conductor
for the man whom thou art determined to destroy, (that is, to cause to
die totally to himself). After having saved me with much mercy, after
having led me by the hand in rugged paths, it seems Thou wast bent on
my destruction. May it not be said that Thou dost not save but to
destroy, nor go to seek the lost sheep, but to cause it to be yet more
lost; that Thou art pleased in building what is demolished, and in
demolishing what is built. Thou wouldst overturn the temple built by
human endeavors, with so much care and industry, in order as it were
miraculously to erect a divine structure, a house not built with hands,
eternal in the Heavens. Secrets of the incomprehensible wisdom of God,
unknown to any besides Himself! Man, sprung up only of a few days,
wants to penetrate, and to set bounds to it. Who is it that hath known
the mind of the Lord, or who hath been His counselor? Is it a wisdom
only to be known through death to everything, and through the entire
loss of all self?
My brother now openly showed his hatred for me. He married at Orleans
and my husband had the complaisance to go to his marriage. He was in a
poor state of health, the roads bad, and so covered over with snow,
that we had like to have been overturned twelve or fifteen times. Yet
far from appearing obliged by his politeness, my brother quarreled with
him more than ever, and without reason. I was the butt of both their
resentments. While I was at Orleans, meeting with one whom at that time
I thought highly of, I was too forward and free in speaking to him of
spiritual things, thinking I was doing well, but had a remorse for it
afterwards. How often we mistake nature for grace! One must be dead to
self, when such fowardness comes from God only.
My brother treated me with the utmost contempt. Yet, my mind was so
fully drawn inward, that although we had much more danger on the road
than when going, I had no thought about myself, but all about my
husband. Seeing the coach overturning, I said, "Fear not, it is on my
side that it falls; it will not hurt you." I believe, had all perished,
I should not have been moved. My peace was so profound that nothing
could shake it. If these times continued, we should be too strong. They
now began to come but seldom and were followed with long and wearisome
privations. Since that time my brother has changed for the better, and
has turned on the side of God, but he has never turned to me. It has
been by particular permission of God, and the conduct of His providence
over my soul, that has caused him and other religious persons, who have
persecuted me, to think they were rendering glory to God, and doing
acts of justice therein. Indeed, it is just that all creatures should
be treacherous to me, and declare against me, who have too many times
been treacherous to God, and sided with His enemy.
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