I haven’t read her journals, but I can testify to the Dark Night of the Soul and the blues that come with it.
The Night is more than just aridity in prayer and lack of consolations. It consists of spiritual attacks to you and those around you. Bad stuff happens. It’s very strange.
I’ve been in this state for a year.
This suffering of the spirit causes growth.
Example: Two of the most joyful, happy and well-adjusted people I’d ever met in my life recently committed suicide. They were friends.
Lesson: Never, ever presume to judge anyone! Only God knew their hearts and why they did it. And only God knows why they were good at hiding suicidal depression beneath smiles and laughter, so much so, that everyone around them was SHOCKED they’d do such a thing.
They fooled everyone.
I am blind and only God can see.
The Dark Night of the Soul is BEST described like this: It’s like when Christ spit into some dirt and rubbed it in the blind man’s eyes, then told him to go to the temple and wash. Now, the immediate effect would be that the blind man would see worse. It was likely that he had some light perception to begin with, you see. The dirt blocked out all the light. The man groped around in darkness on his way to the temple. Probably tripped on people. Hit his head on stuff. Maybe acquired a few wounds. But when he got to the temple and washed the dirt out, he saw everything clearly for the first time in his life. This is the Dark Night of the Soul.
You come out of the night when you wash the dirt out with Living Water. You must drown yourself in the mercy of the Lord.
Amid the grief and the sorrow of this Night, there is still hope of finding those waters. Hope is what drives you.
But we must remember … the darkness is a gift from Christ that is actually meant to heal us.
So … if you’ve got the blues … don’t despair. Just keep on truckin’
And … I think I may be coming out of the Night. We’ll see.
God Bless!
Mary Ann