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LT 59 - To M. Isidore Guérin

LT 59 From Thérèse to M. Isidore Guérin.

August 22, 1888 

M. David, first cousin of Mme. Fournet, Mme.Guérin's mother, is very sick. The Christian influence of M. Isidore Guérin, who had hastened to his bed­side at La Musse on August 10, had just brought the dying man back to God.

Carmel, August 22, '88

J.M.J.T.

+ Jesus

Dear Uncle,

We just received a letter from Aunt in which she was telling us about all your sorrows. Although far away from you, your little niece is sharing in your pain. She would like to be near her good Uncle to console him, but, alas! what would she be able to do?. . . No, it is better for her to be in Carmel; there, at least, she can pray as much as she wants to Him who alone can give consolation and pour it abundantly into her dear Uncle's heart.

Good Monsieur David's condition saddens us very much. I understand, dear Uncle, how much you must be suffering, for there is nothing so painful as seeing those whom we love suffering.

However, I thank God with my whole heart for the great grace He willed to grant this beautiful soul. What a disposition he has for appearing before Him; it is really admirable. Everything dear Aunt told us about him has touched me very deeply.

It was impossible, Uncle, that God not grant you this consola­tion after all you've done for His glory. Ah! how beautiful the crown reserved for you appears to me. It can't be otherwise since your whole life was a perpetual cross and since God acts in this way only with the great saints.

What a joy to think that in heaven we shall be reunited, never again to leave each other; without this hope, life would be really unbearable....

Dear Uncle, I don't know what you're going to think of your poor little niece; she has let her pen run on without thinking of what it's saying. Her heart, if it could write, would say something entirely different, but it is obliged to trust in this cold pen which doesn't really know how to express what it feels. I place myself in my good angel's hands; I think that a messenger from heaven will carry out my message well. I'm sending him to dear Uncle to pour some consolation into his heart insofar as our soul can contain it in this valley of exile....

Adieu, good Uncle.

I beg you to remember me to Madame Fournet; I share her pain. For you, Uncle, I'm sending all the love my heart contains, and I will continue to pray unceasingly for good Monsieur David.

Your little niece, who would like to be able to lessen your sor­row a little.

Thérèse of the Child Jesus

p.c.ind.

 

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