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From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - December 25, 1918

From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - December 25, 1918

+ Jesus                                                                   Carmel of Lisieux

                                                                              25th December 1918

                                                                                                  

Darling little sister, 

Today is Christmas and I’m joyfully coming running to you. We certainly won’t see as many Christmases as we have already seen. Yesterday evening, or rather, last night, I was looking at the starry sky and thought about how our family won’t be on earth for much longer. We still have a few years left but not many, because in addition to Jesus’ desire to take us away with Him, we will soon need to disappear from the world stage. Oh, for the little time we have left to serve God in exile and tears, let us not refuse Him anything that might bring Him pleasure. Yesterday, hearing our Mother praise a Sister for her charming character, I realised that I myself didn’t deserve any praise. Yet I immediately remembered that Jesus would praise me nevertheless, because it is said that “He will give each of us the praise we deserve.” Then, feeling very unworthy and very wretched, my gratitude was such that I began to weep. I can’t think of any reason why I should deserve praise, but Jesus will find one. He will work within me, creating what He wishes to admire, and from His adorable mouth, I shall receive His praise. Oh, since I foresee such generosity and so much blind love for me, I certainly don’t want to be outdone by Him! And, little Léonie, you can be sure that the same applies to all of us, including you. After having received so few compliments on earth, you will receive praise, and the only praise that carries worth.    

Now I’m going to tell you something else. Father Pichon, our poor old priest is, I believe, very sick. They say he won’t be able to celebrate Mass at Christmas. He is at the Company Hospital that the Jesuits call “the mortuary” because you leave only when you’re dead. That’s life! As for me, I’m going to be busier and busier until our Mother’s feast day. Despite the fact that there’s little hope of the beatification taking place before 1921 at the earliest, I never have time to rest.  

I send you all my love and wish you a happy New Year.

Your little sister Sr Geneviève of the Holy Face 

Offer my respectful and affectionate wishes to your dear Mothers.