He is now so accustomed to that Divine Presence, that he receives from it continual succors upon all occasions.  For about thirty years, his soul has been filled with joys so continual, and sometimes so great, that he is forced to use means to moderate them, and to hinder their appearing outwardly.

If sometimes he is a little too much absent from that Divine Presence, GOD presently makes Himself to be felt in his soul to recall him, which often happens when he is most engaged in his outward business.  He answers with exact fidelity to these inward drawings, either by an elevation of his heart towards GOD, or by a meek and fond regard to Him, or by such words as love forms upon these occasions, as for instance, My God, here I am all devoted to Thee:  LORD, make me according to Thy heart.  And then it seems to him (as in effect he feels it) that this GOD of love, satisfied with such few words, reposes again, and rests in the fund and centre of his soul.  The experience of these things gives him such an assurance that GOD is always in the fund or bottom of his soul, that it renders him incapable of doubting it upon any account whatever.

Judge by this what content and satisfaction he enjoys while he continually finds in himself so great a treasure.  He is no longer in an anxious search after it, but has it open before him, and may take what he pleases of it.

He complains much of our blindness, and cries often that we are to be pitied who content ourselves with so little.  GOD, saith he, has infinite treasure to bestow, and we take up with a little sensible devotion, which passes in a moment.  Blind as we are, we hinder GOD, and stop the current of His graces.  But when He finds a soul penetrated with a lively faith, He pours into it His graces and favors plentifully:  there they flow like a torrent, which, after being forcibly stopped against its ordinary course, when it has found a passage, spreads itself with impetuosity and abundance.

Yes, we often stop this torrent by the little value we set upon it.  But let us stop it no more; let us enter into ourselves and break down the bank which hinders it.  Let us make way for grace; let us redeem the lost time, for perhaps we have but little left.  Death follows us close; let us be well prepared for it:  for we die but once; and a miscarriage there is irretrievable.

I say again, let us enter into ourselves.  The time presses, there is no room for delay:  our souls are at stake.  I believe you have taken such effectual measures that you will not be surprised.  I commend you for it; it is the one thing necessary.  We must, nevertheless, always work at it, because not to advance in the spiritual life is to go back.  But those who have the gale of the HOLY SPIRIT go forward even in sleep.  If the vessel of our soul is still tossed with winds and storms, let us awake the LORD, who reposes in it, and He will quickly calm the sea.