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Time Spent In Prayer Is Never Wasted.

Simplicity Brings Back The Joys Of Paradise. Not That We Have Pure Pleasure Without A Moment's Suffering, But When We Are Surrendered To God, We Are Not Grasping For Pleasure, And Even Our Troubles Are Received With Thanksgiving. This Inner Harmony, And This Deliverance From Fear And The Tormenting Desires Of Self, Create A Satisfaction In The Soul Which Is Above All The Intoxicating Joys Of This World Put Together.

All Earthly Delights Are Sweeter In Expectation Than In Enjoyment; But All Spiritual Pleasures More In Fruition Than In Expectation.

When You Come To Be Sensibly Touched, The Scales Will Fall From Your Eyes; And By The Penetrating Eyes Of Love You Will Discern That Which Your Other Eyes Will Never See.

God Felt, God Tasted And Enjoyed Is Indeed God, But God With Those Gifts Which Flatter The Soul, God In Darkness, In Privation, In Forsakenness, In Sensibility, Is So Much God, That He Is So To Speak God Bare And Alone. Shall We Fear This Death, Which Is To Produce In Us The True Divine Life Of Grace?