
Today is the feast of one of my all-time favorite saints, Saint Therese of Lieseux. Born Marie-Francoise-Therese Martin, she grew up in Alencon, France. Her mother described Therese's early temperment this way:
"She (Therese) flies into frightful tantrums; when things don't go just right and according to her way of thinking, she rolls on the floor in desperation like one without any hope. There are times when it gets too much for her and she literally chokes. She's a nervous child, but she is very good, very intelligent and remembers everything."
Therese's mother died of breast cancer when Therese was only 4 and the family moved to Lisieux. Her eldest sister, Pauline, took over the role of mother for Therese. After Pauline's entrance into the convent, Therese fell seriously ill. Doctors diagnosed it as everything from a kidney infection to a nervous breakdown.
At one point, Therese looked over at a statue of the Virgin Mary and prayed for a cure. The statue seemed to smile at her, and Therese was cured.
Her quest to enter a convent at the age of 15 took her all the way to Rome to the Pope. She entered the convent on April 9, 1888. She developed her famous "Little Way" to Christ. She felt she could not do the great things she wanted to do, so she offered up every tiny, daily work and frustration for the love of Jesus.
She said that when she died she would "Spend my Heaven doing good on earth" and that she would let fall a "shower of roses" after her death. Those who pray for her intercession often report an unexpected rose crossing their daily path as a sign of an answer to their prayer.