He [Lawrence] complains much of our blindness; and cries often that we are to be pitied who content ourselves with so little.
God, says he, has infinite treasure to bestow, and we take up with a little sensible devotion which passes in a moment.
Blind as we are, we hinder God, and stop the current of His graces. But when He finds a soul penetrated with a lively faith, He pours into it His graces and favours plentifully.
There they flow like a torrent, which, after being forcibly stopped against its ordinary course, when it has found a passage, spreads itself with impetuosity and abundance.
Yes, we often stop this torrent, by the little value we set upon it. But let us stop it no more. Let us enter into ourselves and break down the bank which hinders it. Let us make way for grace.
Let us redeem the lost time, for perhaps we have but little left. Death follows us close, let us be well prepared for it; for we die but once, and a miscarriage there is irretrievable.
I say again, let us enter into ourselves. The time presses: there is no room for delay; our souls are at stake. I believe you have taken such effectual measures, that you will not be surprised.
I commend you for it, it is the one thing necessary. We must, nevertheless, always work at it, because not to advance, in the spiritual life, is to go back.
But those who have the gale of the Holy Spirit go forward even in sleep. If the vessel of our soul is still tossed with winds and storms, let us awake the Lord, who reposes in it, and He will quickly calm the sea.
Lawrence of the Resurrection (1614-1691): Practice of the Presence of God.