For here we are so blind and foolish that we never seek God until he, of his goodness, shows himself to us. It is when we do see something of him by his grace that we are stirred by that same grace to seek him, and with earnest longing to see still more of his blessedness. So I saw him and sought him; I had him and wanted him. It seems to me that this is and should be an experience common to us all.

For we are so preciously loved by God that we cannot even comprehend it.

Where I say that He abideth sorrowfully and moaning, it meaneth all the true feeling that we have in our self, in contrition and compassion, and all sorrowing and moaning that we are not oned with our Lord. And all such that is speedful, it is Christ in us. And though some of us feel it seldom, it passeth never from Christ till what time He hath brought us out of all our woe. For love suffereth never to be without pity.

But for I am a woman should I therefore live that I should not tell you the goodness of God?

We give our intent to love and meekness, by the working of mercy and grace we are made all fair and clean.

God is our clothing, that wraps, clasps and encloses us so as to never leave us.

The fullness of Joy is to behold God in everything.