Wednesday, August 12, 2009
"As regards the source from which I draw my happiness, it is inexhaustible, for it is the very felicity of God. This perpetual praise which the Holy Trinity renders to Itself is for my soul like a celestial harmony whose ravishing melodies she perceives. I cannot tire of praising God, of uniting myself to the triumphant Sanctus of the angels, of entering into this Canticle of Glory which renders to Himself, His own happiness. Then my joy is the love of God. I know that He loves, that He is Love. He is always Love: and that also delights me, and all the forms of His love are subjects of joy for me.
What also charms me is His love for my soul: He is the Bridegroom and I am the bride, yes, that is what I am. Why? How? Oh, that too is a mystery of joy! But I know that He loves me, infinitely, with His holy divine love. I know that I was made only for Him, that I am going only to Him, that 'union' is 'our desires' or rather 'our desire.' And if I wish it, all in me will be only for Jesus, by Jesus, in Jesus, In Christo. He will take possession of me, He will annihilate me, and I will be lost, annihilated in Him - for all His merits are mine, and my vocation is to offer them to His Father. They fall back again on these poor souls in marvelous and incalculable graces, and that is done infallibly, provided the poor little instrument has this in mind and truly lives only for the glory of God.
And the more Jesus penetrates this small and unworthy instrument, the more He inflames it with His zeal, the more marvels are accomplished, and there are no more limits to its power than the power of God. It is impossible to comprehend all that a holy Carmelite can do! Her power has no measure. A sight, a word on her part, suffices to bring down torrents of graces from heaven upon souls. And if it must be known where this marvelous power comes from, I find no other reply than the will of God. It is because He willed it that He has thus made us rich, powerful, and privileged. Oh, blessed are the chosen ones! And how could these be sad?"
-- Flame of Joy: Souvenirs, Authobiography, Letters of Marie-Angélique of Jesus of the Carmel of Pontoise