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<\/a>Born in 1880, Elizabeth was just younger than Th\u00e9r\u00e8se of Lisieux<\/a>, who suffered from her own inner demons. Until she was fourteen, Th\u00e9r\u00e8se was a spoiled brat, doted on by her father. Elizabeth lost her father suddenly when she was seven, exacerbating a character trait she already displayed: terrible outbursts of anger. She struggled with this for four years, until her first communion at age eleven. A Carmelite prioress told her that afternoon that her name, Elizabeth, meant the place where God dwells. She entered Carmel at age nineteen and lived only seven more years, dying of Addison\u2019s disease, a painful endocrine condition. Near the end of her life, she began calling herself Laudem Gloriae, <\/i>\u201cPraise of Glory.\u201d Until her death, she retained the certainty that God was dwelling in her heart. Her final words were, \u201cI am going to light, to love, to life!\u201d<\/p>\nBlessed Elizabeth of the Trinity reminds me of another French religious, also a Carmelite but of the 17th century, who felt the presence of God, Brother Lawrence of the Resurrection. In One Hundred Great Catholic Books <\/i>by Don Brophy (a treasure for any convert), the author gives Lawrence\u2019s simple back story:<\/i><\/p>\n
From the little we know of him, he was born Nicholas Herman to a poor family in the Lorraine region of France. As a young man he served in the Thirty Years War, was taken prisoner once, and later wounded fighting the Swedes. He took a position as a footman to a Parisian banker but lost it for being a clumsy oaf. At loose ends, he became a Carmelite lay brother like his uncle, taking the name Lawrence of the Resurrection. At the Paris Carmel he was put into the kitchen and stayed there for thirty years. If you saw him, you would not think much of him: a large, ungraceful man who walked with a limp, doing menial work.<\/i><\/p>\n
Like Blessed Elizabeth, Brother Lawrence knew with a certainty the presence of God. In fact, he developed a particular way of talking with and gazing internally upon God. You can read about it at this Web link<\/a>. \u201cMy most usual method,\u201d he said, \u201cis simple attentiveness and a loving gaze upon God, to whom I often feel united with more happiness and gratification than a baby at its mother\u2019s breast. . . . Indeed . . . I would willingly call this state \u2018the breasts of God.'\u201d<\/p>\n Blessed Elizabeth wrote something similar in a letter to a friend shortly before she died:<\/p>\n My beloved Antoinette, I leave you my faith in the presence of God, of the God who is all Love dwelling in our souls. I confide to you: it is this intimacy with Him \u201cwithin\u201d that has been the beautiful sun illuminating my life, making it already an anticipated Heaven: it is what sustains me today in my suffering.<\/i><\/p>\n The clincher for me is Blessed Elizabeth\u2019s temper. I have seen in my own life how anger, which seems to come on in particular seasons of my life like storm cells across my landscape, can harm everything precious to me, both internally and externally. As a husband, as a parent, as a friend, I have sinned in anger. Of course, afterward I feel terrible remorse\u2014along with an emptiness. The good that was in my heart seems to have been swept away with the raging storm winds.<\/p>\n
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