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God is innocent to the innocent,(1) good to the good,
cordial to the cordial, tender towards the tender,
and his love often makes him do acts of a sacred and
holy fondness (mignardise) towards souls who, out of
an amorous purity and simplicity, make themselves as
little children with him.
Upon a day S. Frances was reciting Our Lady's Office,
and, as it commonly happens that if there is but one
affair in the whole day, it presses most at time of
prayer, this holy lady was called away by her husband
for some household matter, and four sundry times
thinking to take up again the thread of her Office,
she was called from it again, and constrained to
interrupt the same verse, till this blessed affair,
for which they had so importunately interrupted her
prayer, being finished at last, when she returned to
her Office she found the verse, so often left by
obedience and so often recommenced by devotion, all
written in fair golden letters, which her devout
companion, Madam Vannocia swore she saw the dear
Angel-Guardian of the Saint writing, as S. Paul
afterwards revealed to the Saint herself.
What sweetness, Theotimus, of this heavenly spouse
towards this sweet and faithful lover! But meantime
you see that necessary employments, according to each
one's vocation, do not diminish Divine love, but
increase it, and gild, as it were, the work of
devotion.
The nightingale loves her melody no less when she
makes her pauses than when she sings; the devout
heart loves love no less when she turns to exterior
necessities than when she prays: her silence and her
speech, her action and her contemplation, her
employment and her rest, equally sing in her the hymn
of her love.
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