She was right, of course; and lately I have been seeing that everything is what I love the most.
—Meister Eckhart, The Complete Mystical Works, p. 117
Only by Grace, in Grace, and through Grace do I come to Be (for as I am, I am not) and it is only through this force of Grace—the highest inner force that acts on this level, since it is ultimately bestowed by the Lord Himself—that I am.
In the dissolving light of Grace, what I think I am is stripped away; even the faintest taste of the Grace calls me towards an inevitable death, not of the body (that is, the easy death which we are all granted) but of this self, which needs to die into the soul- a place it cannot go, as long as it carries what I love and what I believe in.
Only when the last iota of this personal wish for my own profit, and the things of myself, is gone might I truly be washed in the blood of the lamb; and that is no easy thing at all. The suffering required seems unfathomable.
How I wish I could be taken by such unbearable sweetness; and at the same time how little I trust it.