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This is a story that goes back to 1943. When my father was 10 years old he saw a statue of St. Therese at school. He said he fell in love with her, and asked if he could buy the statue. The sister told him that it would be a dollar. He made an agreement to pay a dime a week until he could pay it off.
Some kids were rough housing in school and knocked over the statue and broke the elbow after he had only paid 30 cents. The sister told my dad that she couldn’t sell it to him like that, and that it would have to be raffled. He took his equity in raffle tickets, and won the raffle.
1979: I was struggling with drugs, and confused, and wanting to go to a Catholic community in New Mexico that raised food for the poor in Mexico so I could dry out and find God in my life. My mother told me to say a novena to the little flower.
I prayed the novena to both discern whether I was supposed to go to the Lord’s Ranch, and that I would be given the strength to do God’s will in my life.
Here’s what happened the day I finished the novena. I was sitting on the couch and my little sister walked through the door with a single red rose and laid it on the coffee table in front of me with out saying a word. I said, “Where did you get that” she said, " I picked it out of a garden on the way home from school". She didn’t know that I was praying a novena. A short time later that day my dad came home from work and proceeded to bring in from the car one dozen at a time six dozen roses. He said that an oral surgeon asked if he wanted them… they were given him by a patient. My mother was the only one that knew about the novena. Later that night I went to a conference put on by the priest that ran the community in New Mexico and was asked to take up the collection. When I walked by sister Madonna Buder she said, "I don’t know why but I think I’m supposed to give this to you. She handed me an envelope, and when I was finished I opened the envelope, and inside was a holy card of St. Therese holding a Cross and roses.
I taped some of the rose pedals to the back of the card and placed it in the pocket of some pants I packed and headed to the Lord’s Ranch. When I arrived and unpacked my luggage, I checked my pants pocket to make sure it was still there. The card was missing, nothing else in my luggage was.
I remember years later asking the little flower to take me by the hand and walk me all the way. As close to Jesus as a person can get. It dawned on me Yesterday speaking to my father about it, that she had already taken me by the hand at the moment of conception, and I didn’t even realize it until I talked with him about how long he had that statue.
If you’re struggling with your faith, or trying to find it. If you are struggling with drugs and alcohol, or sexual immorality, I highly recommend this novena ewtn.com/therese/novena.htm
This little Saint is a bulldog and she won’t let go once you ask for her help. She gets her way in Heaven just like she did in life when she wanted to enter Carmel at 15. She’s very stubborn and won’t let you go.
God Bless,
Kevin
Some kids were rough housing in school and knocked over the statue and broke the elbow after he had only paid 30 cents. The sister told my dad that she couldn’t sell it to him like that, and that it would have to be raffled. He took his equity in raffle tickets, and won the raffle.
1979: I was struggling with drugs, and confused, and wanting to go to a Catholic community in New Mexico that raised food for the poor in Mexico so I could dry out and find God in my life. My mother told me to say a novena to the little flower.
I prayed the novena to both discern whether I was supposed to go to the Lord’s Ranch, and that I would be given the strength to do God’s will in my life.
Here’s what happened the day I finished the novena. I was sitting on the couch and my little sister walked through the door with a single red rose and laid it on the coffee table in front of me with out saying a word. I said, “Where did you get that” she said, " I picked it out of a garden on the way home from school". She didn’t know that I was praying a novena. A short time later that day my dad came home from work and proceeded to bring in from the car one dozen at a time six dozen roses. He said that an oral surgeon asked if he wanted them… they were given him by a patient. My mother was the only one that knew about the novena. Later that night I went to a conference put on by the priest that ran the community in New Mexico and was asked to take up the collection. When I walked by sister Madonna Buder she said, "I don’t know why but I think I’m supposed to give this to you. She handed me an envelope, and when I was finished I opened the envelope, and inside was a holy card of St. Therese holding a Cross and roses.
I taped some of the rose pedals to the back of the card and placed it in the pocket of some pants I packed and headed to the Lord’s Ranch. When I arrived and unpacked my luggage, I checked my pants pocket to make sure it was still there. The card was missing, nothing else in my luggage was.
I remember years later asking the little flower to take me by the hand and walk me all the way. As close to Jesus as a person can get. It dawned on me Yesterday speaking to my father about it, that she had already taken me by the hand at the moment of conception, and I didn’t even realize it until I talked with him about how long he had that statue.
If you’re struggling with your faith, or trying to find it. If you are struggling with drugs and alcohol, or sexual immorality, I highly recommend this novena ewtn.com/therese/novena.htm
This little Saint is a bulldog and she won’t let go once you ask for her help. She gets her way in Heaven just like she did in life when she wanted to enter Carmel at 15. She’s very stubborn and won’t let you go.
God Bless,
Kevin
Without a doubt, she is still working through you. I am deeply grateful for your sharing and your prayers. You and your special intentions will be in mine. Sandra