From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - December 26, 1939

From sr Genevieve (Celine) to sr Francoise-Therese (Leonie) - December 26, 1939

J. + M.

P.C.                                                                         Carmel of Lisieux 26th December 1939

Darling Léonie,

I’m writing to offer you my wishes for a happy Christmas and New Year. These wishes are very affectionate and full of holy intentions. What does 1940 have in store for us? I wouldn’t be surprised if our dear eldest sister reached the heavenly shore one of these days. She isn’t sick; on the contrary, her lung congestion has receded, but I have a sense of foreboding. She will have reached 80, the age that Thérèse said was the maximum lifespan when talking about extreme old age. One of us will therefore have reached that age, and perhaps several of us will do so (not me I hope!). Dear Marie of the S.H. isn’t sleeping well at night, as she is suffering sorely from rheumatism. We get up 3 or 4 times to soothe her, and ever since her nurse, Sr Marie of the Incarnation, went to the clinic, Sr Marie of the Cross has been nursing her all on her own. It’s hard sometimes. Suffering is well and truly at our door, but God is there and is there to stay, so everyone is cheerful and happy under our roof. After all, God is infinite joy.

And how are you, beloved little sister? Give us details of your health. I told you that I have cataract, didn’t I? It’s particularly in the left eye. I’m treating it and I’ll put up with the level of eyesight that I have now if God permits. I can’t see objects very clearly, that’s all, but I find that Godly things are clearer and clearer, and that’s the important thing. Yes, the veil is tearing already, so it’s not surprising that it is thicker in front of earthly things. Nevertheless, I hope to see the pretty cornflower seeds that you gave me and which I sowed in the spring come into bloom. I have a children’s spade, and 2 little 3-litre watering cans, like those that children have. I can therefore do a tiny bit of gardening, as much as my limited yet dwindling strength will let me.    

I send you all my love, darling little sister. Give your dear Mother a kiss from me. I send my affectionate wishes to her, too.

Your loving little sister

Sr Geneviève of the Holy Face u.c.n.