Fan shells

I regard myself as the most wretched of all men, stinking and covered with sores, and as one who has committed all sorts of crimes against his king. Overcome by remorse, I confess all my wickedness to him, ask his pardon, and abandon myself entirely to him to do with as he will. But this king, filled with goodness and mercy, far from chastising me, lovingly embraces me, makes me eat at his table, serves me with his own hands, gives me the keys of his treasures and treats me as his favorite. He talks with me and is delighted with me in a thousand and one ways; he forgives me and relieves me of my principal bad habits without talking about them; I beg him to make me according to his heart and always the more weak and despicable I see myself to be, the more beloved I am of God.

Source: The Practice of the Presence of God