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
As my husband drew near his end, his distempers had no intermission. No
sooner was he recovered from one when he fell into another. He bore
great pains with much patience offering them to God and making a good
use of them. Yet his anger toward me increased, because reports and
stories of me were multiplied to him, and those about him did nothing
but vex him. He was the more susceptible of such impressions, as his
pains gave him a stronger bent to vexation. At this time, the maid, who
used to torment me sometimes took pity on me. She came to see me as
soon as I was gone into my closet, and said, "Come to my master that
your mother-in-law may not speak any more to him against you." I
pretended to be ignorant of it all but he could not conceal his
displeasure, nor even suffer me near him. My mother-in-law at the same
time kept no bounds. All that came to the house were witnesses of the
continual scoldings, which I was forced to bear, and which I bore with
much patience, notwithstanding my being in the condition I have
mentioned.
My husband having, sometime before his death, finished the building of
the chapel in the country, where we spent a part of the summer, I had
the conveniency of hearing prayers every day, and of the communion. Not
daring to do it openly every day, the priest privately admitted me to
the communion. They solemnized the dedication of this little chapel. I
felt myself all on a sudden inwardly seized, which continued more than
five hours, all the time of the ceremony, when our Lord made a new
consecration of me to Himself. I then seemed to myself a temple
consecrated to Him, both for time and for eternity. I said within
myself, (speaking both of the one and the other) "May this temple never
be profaned; may the praises of God be sung therein forever!" It seemed
to me at that time as if my prayer was granted. But soon all this was
taken from me, and not so much as any remembrance left to console me.
When I was at this country house, which was only a little place of
retreat before the chapel was built, I retired for prayer to woods and
caverns. How many times, here, has God preserved me from dangerous and
venomous beasts! Sometimes, unawares, I kneeled upon serpents, which
were there in great plenty; they fled away without doing me any harm.
Once I happened to be alone in a little wood wherein was a mad bull;
but he betook himself to flight. If I could recount all the providences
of God in my favor, it would appear wonderful. They were indeed so
frequent and continual, that I could not but be astonished at them. God
everlastingly gives to such as have nothing to repay Him. If there
appears in the creature any fidelity or patience, it is He alone who
gives it. If He ceases for an instant to support, if He seems to leave
me to myself, I cease to be strong, and find myself weaker than any
other creature. If my miseries show what I am, His favors show what He
is, and the extreme necessity I am under of ever depending on Him.
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