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From sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) to sr Marie of the Sacred Heart – May 23, 1937

From Sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) to Sr Marie of the Sacred Heart – May 23rd 1937

From our Caen monastery this 23rd May 1937

Beloved little sister,

It was 62 years ago today, on the fine feast of the Holy Trinity, and on the same date, that I took my first Communion. Would you believe it? Well, I have only sweet memories of it. It wasn’t the best day of my life, because my childhood and early youth were times of suffering and very painful trials. Nevertheless, blessed be those days and years spent in tears, for they did me much good. Despite my unworthiness, I too have had the oh so indescribable honour of becoming Jesus’ bride! In all truthfulness, the best day of my life was my religious profession on 2nd July 1900, the very day of our patronal feast. Tell me, darling little sisters, was I not granted an inner Visitation that day? Did I not sing my Magnificat alongside our divine Mother Mary?

Beloved little sister and darling Godmother (Marie, Thérèse’s godmother), it is more than likely that this will be the last time I wish you a happy feast day in this sad exile. You know how much I love you and how dear you are to me. Don’t tire yourself writing to me because our two little sisters give me your news. In any case, I’m constantly with my increasingly dear Trio, especially in my daily Communions. We are fused in such an ineffable union!!!

All our congratulations go to dear Monsignor Germain, who deserves this honorary distinction on many accounts for his tireless and unswerving devotion.

We are reading the account of the Theresian pilgrimage to Rome with immense interest. Your chaplain relates it with so much unction and piety. He’s such a saintly priest!

Farewell, beloved little sisters. Give a kiss to our darling Godmother for me. She must be very close to the Heart of Jesus.

Sr Françoise-Thérèse

B.B.G.

Marguerite Tostain has changed and aged a great deal. If she hadn’t been with her sister Hélène, I wouldn’t have recognised her. She firmly believes that her husband’s soul was saved. I do, too, for God is but love and mercy. But what a terrible purgatory the unfortunate man must be enduring!