Tonight I burnt my thumb. It hurts like the dickens. Every time I take it out of the cup of ice water it makes me want to cry. So, we’re going to keep this brief.
Saturday was the feast of St. Therese of Lisieux, nicknamed the Little Flower. She’s one of my favorite ladies. Therese is an incredible combination of strength and sweetness, of wisdom and youthfulness, and of humility and beauty. If there is one single spiritual work I could recommend due to how it affected me it is Fr. Jean d’Elbee’s “I Believe in Love,” which is a retreat in book form based on the spirituality of St. Therese.
As we do in this series on the blog, we will focus on a single quote from today’s saint of choice:
“If a little flower could speak, it seems to me that it would tell us quite simply all that God has done for it, without hiding any of its gifts. It would not, under the pretext of humility, say that it was not pretty, or that it had not a sweet scent, that the sun had withered its petals, or the storm bruised its stem, if it knew that such were not the case.”
We are the little flowers, dear reader. Creations of beauty. That’s us. Crafted by God and adorned by His gifts. Stop pretending you’re not. Don’t shake your head or scoff at my words. We are the little flowers and we can speak! Acting as if we are less than what God created us to be, thinking less of ourselves, leading others to think less of us: none of this gives God glory.
Recognize the good, realize its divine source, and proclaim it by your life. We are always proclaiming something, by our words, obviously, but also by basically every other aspect of daily living. Be a conscious, deliberate proclaimer.
Speak well, little flower.