A Woman's Mystical Love
Linda Enfield
My Box
Then someone reads what I write it is like someone peering into my little treasure box. The treasures within are given by my Beloved. They are so precious to me. If someone looks into my box, they too can behold what lies within. But while they may enjoy, they will never cherish the treasures as I know their worth to be. However, all that is given and placed within my box must be shared. So I carefully open my little box to satisfy the request of my Beloved. May you have such a treasure box!
The Spiritual Journey
In the spiritual life there exists glaciers of pride, plains of habit, valleys of tears, hills of conversions, seas of turmoil, lakes of tranquility, forests of night, deserts of purgation, beaches of repose, and mountains of love.
What path has our good God traced out for my soul? So simply put it is the path of love. It suits my spirit so well that my eyes have been refocused to see with the vision of love. O the wonders of the path of love. I cherish each day Jesus lets me proceed upon it to the gates of heaven, or rather to the gates of His Heart.
Lose Yourself In Love
If you desire to live your vocation to its fullest then lose yourself in love and all else shall be granted to you. What lover does not trust his or her beloved and what lover does not surrender his or her being for the beloved? From the spring of love all that you desire flows. Love offers you the cup enabling you to draw and drink the graces of your desire. Love is the drink that intoxicates with wisdom and seeks only the Father's will, embracing it as a precious jewel making you the richest of people as long as you possess it.
In the intimacy of love the transformation into Christ begins. Let it shine through you. Seek, trust, and surrender to God's will. Seek and consume Love. Only then shall your desires become a reality.
Dear Soul
Tell me everything, dear soul, that you know of the Beloved. I long to hear His voice and to make the truth of His ways known. Tell me, dear soul, and hide not one detail so that my heart may be plunged deeper into the abyss of Love.
Dear soul, your words touch me, but less than I seek. They only prick at my heart causes still more longing. Now I see, dear soul, what I seek you cannot give. The Beloved alone heals what He has wounded and teaches what He made question.
Truly dear soul, I know now my error, yet speak to me still as His name so delights, but know what I seek no voice can supply. It is true this union of love comes as it wishes. Heart to heart, soul to soul, beyond all words while embracing all words.
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