From sr Marie of the Sacred Heart to Céline - October 20, 1890.

From sr Marie of the Sacred Heart to Céline - October 20, 1890.

20th October 90
Darling Céline,

While our Mother is in the cloister picking a bouquet of roses for you, I have come to wish you a happy feast day, fearing the letter will leave without me. Darling little sister, for you, Jesus ceaselessly picks roses up above in the gardens of Heaven. Not one thorn that pierces your heart does he not immediately turn [1 v°] into an eternal rose, and into a joy that will NEVER end! When I think of you I am very glad to see you so privileged and so loved by Jesus! O my little Céline, your share is so beautiful, and the cloud that has shaded the sun in these your young years is so bright for God and his angels. Who can say what this cloud hides? What mercy! and what tenderness pushed it towards you. Ah! Nobody envies your cloud of sorrow. Can Jesus’ cross be understood here below?...

[2 r°] Only by a few souls; a very few in number. Not until the eternal day will it shine for all to see. But who will be able to take shelter under its wings, if not the chosen ones who will have already savoured its sweetness in this world? For, at the same time that it wounds, is it not also a balm that heals…

Darling little sister, what, then, can I wish you, for Jesus already gives you so much. Ah! I wouldn’t ask for more. Remain until morning hidden under the cloud… Only until morning. And you [2 v°] can guess which one… until the great morning; until the dawn that will rise and never be eclipsed. “Weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.” These are words from the psalms that do me good every time I read them (Ps. 30:5).

Your sister who loves you more than herself
M. of the Sacred Heart

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