St.Therese Day

I believe there are no coincidences.

Early last night, my mother came into my room to persuade me into attending mass in the nearby church (Christ The King) because the relic of St.Therese was “visiting” the parish.  She tried but I just wouldn’t budge. 

I am not a religious person in the traditional Filipino sense. I am Catholic but somehow, I’m not strictly practicing the ways of being one.  I sometimes prefer going to church when the mass is over and there’s no more crowd so that I can pray in peace.  (By the way, I love going to Santa Clara church along Katipunan.)  So it would really be a big effort on my part to go to mass at the spur of the moment when I’m not entirely in the mood for it.  (Note that I do pray everyday, mostly to say thank you.

My mother resorted to making me feel guilty by saying that I’m not saying no to her but to God when I refuse to go to church with her whenever she feels like it.  Sigh! 

Right after she left, I found the need to look for a CD case because I was finally sorting and saving pictures of my daughter.  I rummaged one cabinet wherein I pulled out my Starbucks 2005 planner from beneath all the other notebooks and pads I had. 

If you remember the planner of five years ago, it had postcard and envelope inserts in between months.  The very page I was on upon opening it up had an envelope still stuck on its page.  I opened the envelope and saw that there was a piece of printed paper in it.  It was a poem made my St.Therese herself. 

I had goosebumps.  On the very same hour that my mother was trying to convince me to go to church to see the relic of St.Therese, I found her poem inserted in an envelope inserted in a planner of 2005 which I pulled out from beneath piles of my stuff that I haven’t touched for more than a year now.  

I read the poem and felt so happy for no tangible reason.

A Poem by St.Therese “The Little Flower”

May today there be peace within.

May you trust your highest power that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.

May you use those gifts that you have received and pass on

the love that has been given to you.

May you be content knowing you are a child of God.

Let this presence settle into our bones,

and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, and to bask

in the sun.

It is there for each and every one of you.

 

It’s too good not to share with anyone.  It is very reassuring for someone like me right now.

After a couple of hours, mom came home and gave me and Via a white rose.

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