I am just one of many little flowers which have sprung up from the seed of grace planted in the garden of God, watered by streams and showers of grace. In short, everything I am is pure grace. . .
May it please God that I might remain in the company of the other little flowers, and in the company of the little flower. . .
The grass withers, and the flowers fade, but the word of our God stands forever. Only those flowers planted firmly in the Word of God shall grow more bright and beautiful with the dawning of each new day. . .
Thérèse, pray for us.
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