From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - March 5, 1916

From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - March 5, 1916

+ Jesus                                                                                                  5th March 1916

                                              Darling little sister

I have just finished my great retreat, during which Jesus led me not to Mount Tabor but into the valley, and it wasn’t a green and fertile valley, either, because the sun did not shine there. Jesus simply enlightened me on the following words that our little Thérèse wrote in a poem: “This unpetalled rose is the faithful image, Divine Child, of the heart that wants to sacrifice itself for you unreservedly at each moment.”

I realised that, on earth, the only thing to do is “sacrifice oneself unreservedly”. Jesus spared Himself no pain, and kept nothing back. He gave Himself entirely. Oh, how miserable we would be if, one day in heaven, we realised that we had given reservedly, and had spared ourselves pain! Darling little sister, let us not set ourselves up for regret. Let us give, and give freely to our Beloved. The more faithful we are, the more strength we’ll have, because it is by practicing a trade that we become skilled and come to exert it easily. If we find practicing virtue so difficult, it’s because we are not generous enough. These are the reflections I had. I will try not to forget them.

Dear little sister, I wanted to ask you for the address of a place where I might procure a medicinal book for nuns, by which I mean a book that tells you what to do in such-and-such a case, without needing to call the doctor for trifles. I think you must have one at your disposition. I would have asked Francis but he is too ill. Poor Francis! Is he going to remain crippled? And poor Jeanne! Still, it’s for their good.

I also wanted to ask you whether you cleaned the hair clippers after each use, and how?

I’d be very pleased if you would look into whether my little notebook containing the “Memoires of a Novice” is at the Visitation. It was bound in blue leather and copied out in two different types of handwriting, and also wrapped up. I haven’t been able to find it despite tidying up over and over again. I must have lent it to someone.

When we’ve finished copying out the play “Un appartement sans inconvenient”, [Comic play] we’ll send the notebook back to you. We’re changing the name of “Thérèse the maid” to “Nicaire” or some other name, because the name Thérèse is so dear and sacred to us that we don’t want to use it for entertainment purposes.

I send all my love. I offer my respectful regards to your Mothers. From your little sister who cherishes you,

Sr Geneviève of St Teresa u.c.n.