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From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - March 25, 1913

From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - March 25, 1913

+ Jesus                                                               Easter 25th March 1913

                                                                                                             Darling little sister,

And so another Lent is over; one more feast of Easter that we’ve seen on earth. Going from one Easter to the next, we’ll one day reach the eternal Easter that will have no sunset.

I couldn’t sleep last night, so I was fully ready for the wakeup call at a quarter to 3 and I was like Madeleine, because I arrived 1st in the Choir. Lying awake, I thought of how the Bl. Virgin couldn’t possibly have slept that night, either, waiting for her beloved Jesus. I also thought about something that happened to me yesterday evening, which really struck me.

I was setting out the finery in the Bl. Virgin oratory next to Thérèse’s cell. There, two columns support Angel candle-holders. Standing on a chair, I was arranging the candles. The branches of the candelabras were all crooked because they are on quite frail mounts and a little straightening is needed almost every time they are used. I had one more candle to straighten, the most crooked one, when the bell for Complines rang. I was holding the candle, and the golden branch was in my hand. It wouldn’t take long to finish, and I had so much work to do afterwards. If I didn’t do it now, it would play on my mind, or I’d perhaps forget about it. In short, I could think of a thousand and one reasons to continue, but then I said to myself, “Well I’m not going to. I will sacrifice the satisfaction of doing so for God, and what’s more, it’s more in keeping with the Rule.” I jumped down from my chair, leaving it there to remind me to return to it later. O surprise! When I went back to the oratory, I saw the candle had been straightened! I couldn’t believe my eyes. Look, it was in this position. [Supporting drawings!]  

The golden candelabra branch had been moved away from the central stem, and the candle was as straight as an arrow. Only the little bolt sleeve was still tilted because the screw was like that to start with. Our Mother wants me to keep the candle. She says Thérèse straightened it, and I myself took the resolution to be even more faithful to the Rule because this is how God rewards us when we do so. Little efforts like these are no doubt very pleasing to Him. It also strikes me to see that we do indeed live in the spiritual world, that even the smallest of actions are seen and known, and that another world takes an interest in them. O my little Léonie, I’m going to concentrate on not letting a single little sacrifice go so that I might live on love and become worthy to die of love.

We have proof that no one had touched anything in the oratory.

Now, little sister, I have to tell you that, despite wanting to, we can’t provide you with any slides for your lantern because it doesn’t take the same size slides as ours. What about Ninette? Have you seen her? Apparently, she went to the Abbey of Solesmes (Isle of Wight) several days before she was set to join and made some remarks to the Turn Sisters, criticising this and that. The Abbess, not wanting to welcome a tell-tale, took back her word. Poor Ninette! And poor Fr P.!

I send you my love, darling little sister. I offer my respects to your dear Mothers. From your little sister who cherishes you

Sr Geneviève of St Teresa

u.c.n.