I really love the above picture of Saint Therese because it echoes her philosophy of "the little way." We see her here as a novice, alone under the cross. She is dwarfed by the surroundings, hidden by her cloak that seems massive for her frame, her face appearing quite small underneath the billowy white veil. The courtyard appears to me to be a little forlorn and unkempt, without much in the way of greenery to soften the view. She clings to the cross with one arm slung around it. You can just see her little hand coming around from the back.
Consequently, I am free to spend time with God, free to pray unceasingly and to practice the continual presence of God. Because of my disabilities, I am unable to keep a monastic schedule at home, so I am free from the stress of trying to maintain that schedule.
Instead of being unhappy about being unable to do the big things, I am grateful for the boundaries that have been thrust upon me. I am grateful for my enforced smallness. Instead of regretting it or fighting it, I am learning to cherish it instead.
I also think about how little time we have left. We will all die. I turned 60 this year, which seemed a big milestone for me. Anyway, at the same time that I am coming to grips with my smallness, I am aware of the clock ticking and that, whatever small thing I am able to do for Jesus, I must do it.
Today is the feast day of our little Saint Therese. I am welcoming the day by meditating on my smallness and praising God for it.
In the meantime, I pray for you as I hope you pray for me.
Silver Rose Parnell