O, that you could realize, my dear friend, how much God loves you. As
a painter draws upon his canvas what image pleases him, so God is now
preparing your soul, by these inward crucifixions, to draw upon it his
own likeness, He cherishes you as the mother her only son. He would
have you yield readily to his will, even as the branches of the tree
are moved by the light breath of the wind. In proportion to your
abandonment to God, he will take care of you. When you yield readily
to his will, you will be less embarrassed to discern the movements of
God. You will follow them naturally, and be led, as it were, by the
providencies of God. God will gently arrest you if you mistake. God
has the same right to incline and move the heart as to possess it.
When the soul is perfectly yielding, it loses all its own consistency,
so to speak, in order to take any moment the shape that God gives it;
as water takes all the form of the vases in which it is put, and also
all the colors. Let there be no longer any resistance in your mind,
and your heart will soon mingle in the ocean of love; you will float
easily, and be at rest.