It will be as well, I think, to explain these locutions of God, and to describe what the soul feels when it receives them.
Jacob did not cease to be a Saint because he had to attend to his flocks.
Patient endurance / Attaineth to all things.
I made you, dear, and all I make is perfect. Please come close, for I desire you.
If this is the way You treat Your friends, no wonder You have so few!
I fully realize that this gratitude of mine is not in the least a sign of perfection: it must be my nature - I could be suborned with a sardine.