I’ve prayed the novena a couple of times & received roses in unexpected ways. I think this will vary from person to person & in different situations. Since the first experiences I had, I sometimes just talk to St. Therese about things informally, almost like she’s a friend on the “other side”!
Recently I had three very meaningful experiences with this. The first time was last summer after my 96 year old dad broke his hip & was in rehab, struggling & depressed & he said “I’ll never get out of this place”. I was upset and had to leave the room, & just talking to St. Therese in my head. I asked her to pray for us, & remember thinking, “he’ll be fine, right? He WILL get out of this place and come home?” A day or two later I went into another room at the rehab to borrow a little table, & there was a vase on it with a single red rose in it. It wasn’t a real rose, but it was there, in an empty room where nothing else had been altered. I stopped in my tracks, & I swear I heard her say, “yes, he will leave here & go home, but it won’t be as you expect, & it will be hard.” It scared me, but I believed it. And he
did get released, & came home after a time. It
was difficult, in so many ways, for both of us.
That was August. In October Dad faced another health crisis & wound up back in the same rehab. His condition deteriorated, and on Thanksgiving day he died there.
The day before his funeral, I had another talk with Therese. It was very spontaneous. Dad loved her so much, & as I was getting ready to go to the visitation, I suddenly had the thought, “Oh my, Dad might actually be WITH St. Therese RIGHT NOW, just think!” I burst into tears. I remember sobbing & I said to her, “Please, please Therese, tell me he is there with you! Tell me he made it & is with you in heaven!” All I could think was, well, it’s a funeral so of course there will be flowers, & probably roses, so I can’t expect this from Therese, right? We had ordered red, white and blue flowers on the casket. So I thought, “pluck me a yellow rose from your heavenly bouquet, Therese. A yellow rose, and I’ll know he made it and is with you.” I don’t like asking for signs. It seems a little impertinent to me. But I was so swallowed up by grief. We went to the visitation. As we were leaving the little chapel afterward, I got stopped in my tracks again. In the garden was one yellow rose. It was the only one, and it was half red. I thought, “Purgatory?” What did this mean? I kept praying.
We had to go to another state for the burial three days later. After the service at the cemetery, my sister & I walked around to visit other family graves. We walked into the cemetery proper, & right there was an enormous rose bush, bursting with huge yellow blooms. He made it! I
know he did! Oh gosh, I cannot express the joy I felt & the overwhelming comfort in the midst of all that grief! I will always pray for him. But I cannot express how comforting that was for me.
Some will say this is superstition, or coincidence, or whatever. But I believe, I really do. I have a very good friend in Heaven, and my Dad is right there with her!
