From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - April 7, 1912

From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - April 7, 1912

Easter 7th April 1912.

Darling little sister,

You’re the first person I’m writing to after this long 40-day fast. We don’t have much news to share with one another. By news I mean world news, because concerning spiritual news, there’s always much to say, for the Holy Spirit is constantly acting within us with an infinite number of different variations, to which He alone knows the secret.

For a few days, I felt filled with the mysteries of the Passion that was unfolding before our eyes, and my own grief reminded me of that which the Bl. Virgin, St Mary Magdalene, and John must have endured. I then understood that the feelings that each of us experience are very different from one another. St Mary Magdalene did not miss our Lord in the same way that St John did, and vice versa. Their nuances of grief varied according to the relationship they had had with the One they loved. Oh, what a deep chasm must have opened up in the heart of the Bl. Virgin, the one who saw His birth, watched Him grow, knew Him deeply, gave Him life, nursed Him, and fed Him through the work of her hands. This deeper familiarity was the measure of her grief, because the more you know someone, the more you suffer.

Considering the intimacy that existed between the Heart of Jesus and that of Mary, I began to desire to be Jesus’ Mother too. What I’m going to say is madness, but you’ll understand me. Why would it be impossible for me to be His Mother, because He Himself said that the one who accomplishes His will is His sister and Mother? Nothing He said nothing was untrue. I am His sister and His spouse, and He has let me experience the delights of this union. I can say that in this respect, I’ve received the hundredfold reward that was promised to those who leave everything, and much more besides! But the sacrificed joys of motherhood haven’t been paid back to me. Yet Jesus pledged to reward us a hundredfold right across the board. O my Léonie, if I haven’t glimpsed these joys, it’s because I haven’t yet been faithful enough. Jesus is proposing I be His Mother, and He’s willing to be my son, but there are conditions to being a mother.  

Being a mother and spouse presupposes a reciprocal love, the type of love that demands to be paid back with Love. But being a mother, and a mother to a little baby, means loving devotedly and selflessly. It means giving without always receiving, giving your very self, your strength, and your life. And that is what I have to do if I want to be Jesus’ Mother. Yes, like Mary I must give birth to Him, nurse Him, and work to feed Him. It presupposes generous faithfulness on my part in times of hardship. Yes, but in return, in my soul, there will open up chasms of affection, memories, and that something special that comes of being a family and which nothing can replace. So as much as possible, I will love Jesus as Mary loved Him and He will love me as He loves His Mother.

Little Léonie, my heart is bursting with all these thoughts and I’m forced to deprive myself of dwelling deeper on them because they are too much for me to bear and I weep.

Oh, what lovely things we shall see in heaven! How surprised we’ll be by what Jesus has set aside for us and by the names with which, in His tenderness, He will delight our hearts!

Darling little sister, I send you all my love. I’ve written with a stubborn old pen that is bent on making me pay for the quarantine it has just suffered, but I’m sure you’ll manage to decipher my writing all the same.

Your little sister

Geneviève of St Teresa


Give my affectionate respects to your dear Mothers. 

P.S.- For the Sacred Heart, I wouldn’t be able to paint a better portrait than the Holy Face, so I won’t try.