am altogether Thine. Drown me with Thy strength, break me in
pieces--I am willing; only do it quickly, my Lord, and have done
with it, for I am so small. But I love Thee with all that I have or am;
yet I am overwhelmed: I am still too little to be taught in this way, it
is too much for my strength. Yet do as Thou wilt; I love Thee, I love
Thee." And He heard me, and He ceased: and He returned to the
ways that I understood and dearly loved, and for weeks I lived in
Paradise. But my body was dreadfully shaken, and I suffered with
my heart and breathing.

Shortly after I began to know that another change had come into me.
God had become intensely my Father, and Christ the lover was gone
up again into the Godhead--as happened after my third conversion
upon the hill.

So great, so tremendous was this sense of the _Fatherhood_ of God
become that I had only to think the word Father to seem to be
instantly transported into His very bosom. Oh, the mighty sweetness
of it! But it is not an ecstasy. The creature and soul are dead to
world-life, as in a rapture or ecstasy; but the soul is not the bride,
she is the child, and, full of eager and adoring intimacy, she flies
into His ever-open arms, and never, never does she miss the way.
Oh, the sweetness of it, the great, great glory of it, and the folly of
words! If only all the world of men and women could have this joy!
How to help even one soul towards it is what fills my heart and
mind. How convince them, how induce them to take the first steps?
It is the first steps we need to take. He does not drive, He calls.
"Come to Me," He calls. It is this failure to have the will to go to
Him which is the root of all human woe. Would we but take the first
few steps towards Him, He will carry us all the rest of the way.
These first few steps we take holding to the hand of Jesus. For the
so-called Christian there is no other way (but he is no Christian until
he has taken it). For the Buddhist, doubtless, Gautama is permitted
to do the same. But for those who are baptized in Jesus Christ's
name, He is their only Way.

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God, once found, is so poignantly ever-present to the soul that we
must sing and whisper to Him all the day.

O marvellous and exquisite God! I am so enraptured by Thy
nearness, I am so filled with love and joy, that there is no one,
nothing, in heaven or earth to me save Thine Own Self, and I could
die for love of Thee! Indeed I am in deep necessity to find The