From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - November 21, 1937

From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - November 21, 1937

J. + M.

P.C.                                                                            Carmel of Lisieux 21st November 1937

Dearest little sister,

I’m writing to bid you farewell before Advent as is customary and we’ll undoubtedly be reunited at Christmas, because we weren’t made to die!!

How are you, darling Léonie? Well, I hear. I myself had a bit of heart strain at the end of the summer. Apparently such troubles are caused by the stomach and aren’t serious. But it is quite frightening and gives me an opportunity to surrender myself to God, which I don’t necessarily do when everything is fine. So I realise that such hitches are worthwhile because they show God that we are surrendered. Otherwise, He wouldn’t know whether we were or not.

Dear little sister, you, too, must have some problems linked to old age. They sometimes make us dependant on others and give us the feeling that everything is slipping out of our control.

On the other hand, eternity seems to grow nearer with each step we take and that’s a great comfort.

Yesterday, 20th November, we celebrated the fiftieth anniversary of Thérèse’s audience with Pope Leo XIII. I was sat near our Mother in the refectory and, at recreation, the Sisters sung me a few verses of the hymn “What I loved.” It was moving.

I wanted to ask you, little Léonie, whether you saw the shots of the Congress celebrations in the projection lantern. Perhaps you saw the film, because one Jesuit priest has been going around Communities showing one. We haven’t seen it. He went to the Refuge and elsewhere here, and also to Caen.

However we did see Mrs Tostain very recently! Like you, we didn’t recognise her!!! She is nothing like the kind Marguerite we used to know. I couldn’t believe it was possible to change so much. Even her way of speaking is different. What’s more, she was dressed very strangely! She had a sort of white chin piece on, which made her look like a nun. Ah, we don’t need to worry about our clothes. If we had to go out, we could be dressed any old how. What shameless times we’re living in!

I also wanted to ask you whether you could remember in which street or district in Paris we lived when Papa rented a house there. It was in Auteuil, that’s all I know, and around us were little shops like in St-Ouen-le-Pin, in the country. Was it at the "Point du Jour" or near Rue Lafontaine or Rue de la Pompe?

I was talking about our trip to Rome a moment ago. Our little saint was honoured in every town she passed through.The Annals give a report of it. And now I send my love to my beloved little sister. Your companion in misfortune

Sr Geneviève of the Holy Face  u.c.n.