Vintage RCM: Where are *my* roses??!

Vintage RCM: Where are *my* roses??!

Hello! Today’s post is from exactly seven years ago, on the Feast of St. Thérèse of Lisieux 2009 wherein I prove that I can be jut as bratty and entitled as St. Thérèse was reported to be in her childhood. I hope you enjoy this Vintage edition of RCM. 

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Today is the Feast of St. Thérèse of Lisieux, a Doctor of the Church. I have grown to love her “little way,” since most days I feel (okay, act) pretty little, myself.

Anyway, I have heard wondrous stories of people experiencing the fulfillment of Thérèse’s promise to “let fall a shower of roses” from heaven. And, earlier today, I was wondering – quite unattractively, mind you – where are MY roses?

Alright, so it’s totally selfish. I get it. Patience is a virtue and all that. But my husband and I said the St. Thérèse novena over the past nine days, and I was imptiently wondering, not if, but WHEN my roses would show up.

Today also happens to be my spiritual director’s feast day. She said they don’t celebrate birthdays in her religious order, but they do celebrate their feast days, so I thought I’d drop off a card on my way to another appointment across town.

Turns out, she had taken her feast day off, lucky lady. I dropped off the card and, since she wasn’t there, I had a few extra minutes to say a quick prayer in the on-site chapel.

My eyes fixed on the tabernacle straight ahead, and I had to smile.therese-roses

There, on either side of the tabernacle holding the precious Blessed Sacrament of Jesus Christ, were two vases holding the most gorgeous, perfect, vibrant pink roses I have ever laid eyes on.

Now, I know those roses weren’t originally intended for me, and yet, in a way, they were absolutely meant for me. I think Thérèse was showing me, in her simple yet profound way, that my consolation always has been and always will be waiting for me in the Tabernacle. She used “my” roses to adjust my attitude and point me in the right direction.

Thank you, fair Maiden of Lisieux, for the heavenly reminder. May Jesus be praised now and forevermore!

Love,

heather

 

7 thoughts on “Vintage RCM: Where are *my* roses??!

  1. Oh, Heather! I can’t tell you how many times Therese’s roses have come to me in a similar fashion — after my demanding attitude, then a consolation of roses that were not directly intended for me, but SO intended for me. She definitely knows how to deal with brattiness in a gentle, loving fashion. 😉

  2. I sometimes laugh at the way God works to teach us a lesson. I love the lesson St. Therese taught you. We can all benefit from it! 🙂

  3. This made me laugh!! I had read once that we should never overlook the subtle signs – so, if we ask for roses, and we see one on a bush we’ve never noticed before, that it could be the (very subtle) answer to our prayer. I had to chuckle while I read this because your prayer was definitely answered!! And, I would be afraid of how else you would receive roses as an answer, if you kept asking where yours were. 😛

    Beautiful story, though!

    1. Apparently Therese isn’t done with me, as I had quite a few “hidden” roses awaiting me in the combox! Thank you so very much for stopping by and commenting; hopefully next time my response won’t be so dreadfully delayed! 🌹🌹🌹

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