From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - November 30, 1905

From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - November 30, 1905

+ Jesus J.M .J.T. 30th November 1905

Darling little sister,

Here is my little goodbye before Christmas, and then we’ll write to each other again as we enter a new year. In the meantime, let us prepare for the birth of the dear little Christ Child. I personally will have much weariness and many sacrifices to offer Him. There are more of these sorts of flowers growing in my garden than flowers that have blossomed in the sublimity of prayer. But as long as God is happy, everything is well and good.

One Sunday about a fortnight ago, when the Bl. Sacrament was exposed in the oratory and I was working on my drawings with particular obstinacy because the work was urgent, on that day, as I was saying, I was very sad that I hadn’t gone and prayed to Jesus as much as I would have liked. I thought about the others who had time to meditate, heads in hands, and I despaired of my difficult life. In the evening, I entrusted my anguish to God, asking Him whether He was pleased with me. Then, opening the Gospel at random, I read the passage where Our Lord sent His disciples to untie the young donkey, and advised them to tell anyone who asked them why they were doing so that it was “because the Lord needed it.” I then realised that I was God’s little donkey, and that our Mother had separated me from my companions because “the Lord needed me.” But I wasn’t losing out in any way and my spiritual life wasn’t going to suffer for it, for it is also said that the apostles laid their cloaks onto the donkey and that Jesus rode him. Therefore, on the last day of my poor existence, and even on this very day, the Saints cover me with their merits and I, Jesus’ little donkey, am very pleased to be able to work for His glory, to lend Him my whole being, and to sacrifice everything for Him. Ah, if I could carry Him to the end of the world, and make every heart love Him, I wouldn’t have the least fear of tiredness! Yes, I’m happy to expend my life for Him. On the day of the canonical visitation preceding my Profession, when the Father Superior asked me why I had come to the Carmel, I replied that as Jesus had given His life for me, I wanted to give Him mine. And I don’t regret giving Him my life. I want to do so more and more. I noticed that in the Holy Gospel, Our Lord says, “There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” He doesn’t say “shed one’s blood,” but “lay down one’s life”. And while we might not be able to shed our blood, we can, like the Bl. Virgin, give Him our lives.  

Darling little sister, I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Forgive me for having spoken only of me and not you.

I have written to Fr Prévost in Rome and he is going to ask the Holy Father for a hand-written blessing in honour of my dear Holy Face. The Cardinals to whom Fr Prévost showed the picture were all very moved and didn’t tire of looking at it.

I send you all my love, and lots of kisses. Your little Céline, who is your little companion in misfortune

Geneviève of St Teresa