Hear the word of the LORD, O nations,
proclaim it on distant isles, and say:
I will turn their mourning into joy,
I will console and gladden them after their sorrows. ~ Jeremiah 31: 10, 13
It has been three very intense workdays, like a whole week crammed into them. Long hours, the feeling that you can’t do one thing more.
And yet, amazing strength. Laughter and cheer. Calmness.
As calm as a saint.
From yesterday, her feast day of October 1st, my thoughts skip over ever so often to St Thérèse of Lisieux, the Little Flower of Jesus, because the St Thérèse roses, as I have named them, by my window, have put out gentle, pink blooms. Ever since the sign of some years back, when I see roses come forth from the plant, I think of her and I know that she’s thinking of me too. And this calmness since yesterday is not mine, I can assure you.
Today, on the Feast of the Guardian Angels, the other rose plants clamour to rise their blooms too. Suddenly, the garden is blooming and laughing like never before.
From heaven I will send down a shower of roses ~ St Thérèse of Lisieux
Oh joy, she certainly has kept her word!