On this a beautiful eve of our heavenly sister Therese let us stop and bathe in a bed of roses.. Find a quiet place in that nothing can disturb you .. Close your eyes volume up and listen.... may our little Therese implore heaven and shower you in roses.. little flower pray for us.
Very beautiful, very appropriate for the occasion….the Sorrowful mysteries on Friday evening. Thank you.
The 4th stanza of Therese's My Peace and My Joy: My peace comes from my staying small, And when I trip upon a stone, I get up quick. For when I fall He takes my hand into His own! Then cov'ring Him with my caress, To Jesus:'You're my All' I say. I give Him twice the tenderness When, from my Faith, He slips away.