St Therese ~ pray for us
my altar today, in honour of St Therese, the little flower her feast day ~ October 1
let me tell you about St Therese, the little flower. Not really about her - you can find that anywhere on the net but about her in my life. When I converted to Catholicism about 16 years ago, we had to pick a Saint for our confirmation patron - I picked St Therese because it was the most catholic name I could think of besides Mary. I then realized that she was with me - to help and guide and yes to pray for me when I asked for her help. . .
my altar in my foyer - the dead leaves are from Palm Sunday and the teenie tiny stones in the shells are gifts from the faeries in my garden
My dad bought me my first statue of her on the day I was confirmed into the Catholic faith and so started my collection. Then I started to find statues and pictures of her in antique shops - I became obsessive (yes, I did, I know you can't believe that!). . . so I skipped through life - asking St Therese for tiny little things until one day I needed her help~ big time - I found out I had cancer - so I petitioned her, I begged her and I said novenas.
the day came that I had to go into hospital to have my last course of radiation where I was locked into a lead lined room while the radiation hit me for 17 hours. I was told that I could take things into the room to make it mine, to make me feel at home (ha!) so I took this picture above and hung it opposite my bed - I looked at the picture often during those 17 hours and each time I felt I could not do it any longer - I felt St Therese's prescence - urging me , giving me strength, telling me I could do this!
I love her!
a few weeks later - her relics did a tour of the world and I decided to go - we lined up for a few hours at the church where they were, people filing past her casket,leaving flowers, praying, crying. It was an amazing experience & I feel very blessed that I had the chance. My turn came and I knelt down and put my hands on her casket and said thankyou. I could not move - it was like an electric current was going up from her casket through my hands and completely surrounding me with pure love - I know I was healed that day.
so ~ St. Therese - pray for us - we know our prayers are answered when you do.
St. Therese, the Little Flower,
let me tell you about St Therese, the little flower. Not really about her - you can find that anywhere on the net but about her in my life. When I converted to Catholicism about 16 years ago, we had to pick a Saint for our confirmation patron - I picked St Therese because it was the most catholic name I could think of besides Mary. I then realized that she was with me - to help and guide and yes to pray for me when I asked for her help. . .
my altar in my foyer - the dead leaves are from Palm Sunday and the teenie tiny stones in the shells are gifts from the faeries in my gardenMy dad bought me my first statue of her on the day I was confirmed into the Catholic faith and so started my collection. Then I started to find statues and pictures of her in antique shops - I became obsessive (yes, I did, I know you can't believe that!). . . so I skipped through life - asking St Therese for tiny little things until one day I needed her help~ big time - I found out I had cancer - so I petitioned her, I begged her and I said novenas.
the day came that I had to go into hospital to have my last course of radiation where I was locked into a lead lined room while the radiation hit me for 17 hours. I was told that I could take things into the room to make it mine, to make me feel at home (ha!) so I took this picture above and hung it opposite my bed - I looked at the picture often during those 17 hours and each time I felt I could not do it any longer - I felt St Therese's prescence - urging me , giving me strength, telling me I could do this!I love her!
a few weeks later - her relics did a tour of the world and I decided to go - we lined up for a few hours at the church where they were, people filing past her casket,leaving flowers, praying, crying. It was an amazing experience & I feel very blessed that I had the chance. My turn came and I knelt down and put my hands on her casket and said thankyou. I could not move - it was like an electric current was going up from her casket through my hands and completely surrounding me with pure love - I know I was healed that day.
so ~ St. Therese - pray for us - we know our prayers are answered when you do.
St. Therese, the Little Flower,
please pick me a rose from the heavenly garden and send it to me with a message of love;
ask God to grant me the favor I thee implore
and tell Him I will love Him each day more and more.
Amen.
I never take my St Therese medal off !
And she sends me roses quite often, in obscure places - so I KNOW she is there for me
posted by Miss Robyn | 8:03 am
8 Comments:
Very moving. Thank you so much for sharing this.
Thanks for sharing this Robyn.xx
A timely post,tomorrow being Ste. Therese's Day...may she bless you and keep you well dear friend.xx
PS..Robyn..I always forget you are 14 hours ahead, and for you it is already October 1st..!
Lovely post Robyn. I came across a pic and prayer of her last year at Saint Vincents.Saint Therese is now with us as well.Thanks for sharing this lovely story.
Annabelle
Robyn, what a heartwarming post. When I was confirmed we had to choose a confirmation name. I like choosing a saint better.
My patron is Archangel Gabriel, because Gabriel is my maiden name, and years later when I became a journalist, I found out that Gabriel is the patron of journalists, communication, and more recently the Internet.
My other saint is St. Jude. I have prayed and he has heard.
xoxo
What a wonderful story! I love the top statue of St. Therese and the picture.
My best friend is named after her. I don`t know much about the saints but it`s all so interesting.
Wonderful post and so glad you were healed!
tea
xo
Hi Miss*Robyn
This is a beautiful post! I'm so drawn to spiritual/religious experiences such as yours. I grew up as a secular humanist, and always wanted to witness something obvious like a burning bush, but never did. I am moved by your simple altar and by your story. Thank you so much for taking the time to share it so eloquently.
Lovely post Robyn, I always loved St. Therese (maybe cause she is always shown with roses?!)I know she will continue to watch over you! Hugs:)
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