From sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) to Mother Agnes of Jesus – January 21, 1933

From sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) to Mother Agnes of Jesus – January 21, 1933

V + J! From our monastery in Caen this 21st January 1933


To my Beloved little Mother and Jesus’ cherished little Lamb,

It’s with renewed joy that I come, as your daughter and sister, to throw myself, press myself against your heart and say over and over again “I love you!” I wish you a very happy, holy and blessed feast day in Jesus, the sweet bond between us. For lack of little flowers created by Him, I’m giving you a bouquet of three Communions seeing as He called Himself the wildflower and lily of the Valley.

Our hearts are filled with happiness, darling little Mother! The Sacred Heart is our King this year, having won fair and square. By the same token, His queen, our revered Mother, was honoured with Him. As always, our Thérèse was there with us, since we ended the delightful day by watching the slides of her “little way”. We therefore spent a very pleasant evening.

Our family celebrations give us a foretaste of heaven, of which they are a mirror image.

I shall be with you in spirit, darling little Mamma, on the sixth April, the day you’ll have worn the Lord’s livery for fifty years. I won’t be able to write to you ten days before Easter, because it will be the middle of Lent, but my fervent Communion will make up for this.

The picture of Christ the King that little Céline sent me is so beautiful! I like it very much. It does me good. When shall we at last see Him face to face? I find time goes awfully slowly!

My hands are so cold that I can hardly hold my pen. So much the better! That means I have one more sacrifice to offer to God. Remembering that our little Thérèse suffered from the cold to the extent that she could have died from it helps me significantly and gives me strength. Our dear little Sister Joseph-Marie Lecourt loves you very much and has asked me to offer you her respectful and affectionate wishes for a happy feast day. To think that this amicable little Sister wanted to be a Carmelite! She has no idea . . . she’s as thin as a wisp.

I send you love and kisses, and my boundless affection.

Sr Françoise-Thérèse Martin


P.S. As for the beer, we put raw sugar in it. I forgot to mention this one significant detail.