Little purple flowers

by Fr. Jeff

“Let’s go for a walk! I’ll show you Toledo Bend!” she jovially exclaimed.

After we ate a quick breakfast, my 6-year-old niece wanted to take a walk down to the lake.

On our way down the hill towards the water’s edge, I lost sight of her behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her run to a small patch of wildflowers. She looked at them carefully, then reached out and picked one. Running up behind me, she held out her small hands: “I picked this just for you!”

They were small purple flowers.

Immediately, I thought of St. Thérèse of Lisieux.

I do not have any other means to prove my love to you, but to throw flowers, that is to let no little sacrifice, no look, no word pass, to take advantage of all the littlest of things and to do them out of love…Hence, I pluck every flower I find on my way, for Jesus.

It’s no coincidence that Lent is a season of purple. Our acts may be small and insignificant, but I know You love them for what they are,

little purple flowers.

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O Little Thérèse of the Child Jesus,
Please pick a rose for me
From the heavenly gardens
And send it to me
As a message of love.