On Sunday there were a whole load of old Christian books left out in the building where our church meets for anyone to take. I picked up an Autobiography of Saint Therese of Lisieux, a Carmelite nun who died at just 24-years-old in 1897. I don't know much about any saints, but I've been wanting to read more about people in the past who've devoted their lives to following God, because there's always something to learn, and I'm interested to know if over 100 years ago, a young woman faced similar struggles and questions to young women today. I've just started it, and the language is pretty old school - it was translated from French and published over 50 years ago, but I'm quite enjoying the 'quaintness'. And already, have read something I'd like to share:
"The sun's light, that plays on cedar-trees, plays on each tiny flower as if it were the only one in existence; and in the same way Our Lord takes special interest in each soul, as if there were no other like it. Everything conspires for the good of each individual soul, just as the march of seasons is designed to make the insignificant daisy unfold its petals on the day appointed for it" (p.27)
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