Yesterday, after I left the parlor, I uttered some words hastily, and
suffered very much in consequence; a suffering not like the pangs of
penitence I formerly experienced, but more subtle and interior; and the
soul was more acquiescent. Whether it was the words I uttered too
precipitately, or the reflections that followed, which caused this
suffering, I could not determine. A part of myself seemed to be thrown
out of God, as we see the ocean reject certain things, which it
receives again more deeply into its bosom. Thus I seemed to myself to
be rejected, and without any power to make the least movement to
return, and without even a regret that I was rejected. I was willing
to remain where God placed me, until the moment he received me again to
himself. If I should afflict myself on account of this experience,
which was new and unexpected, I believe it would be wrong, and sully
still more the soul. The depths of my soul remain unchanged--fixed in
God. He removes the impurity, that has exteriorly sullied it, and
holds the soul still his own.