Sister Mary Claire and I just got back from Church. It was only 24 degrees, and our breath looked like little clouds in the cold air, but Robert had the pickup running and warm for us. Mini hopped right in and settled between us like a little queen on her throne.
Once we got home, we finished our chores quickly—feeding the hens, checking on Omelette in her cozy nest, and warming the kitchen with a little fire. Then Sister said it would be the perfect afternoon to write the next part of the Little Flower story. I agreed right away. The whole farm felt extra quiet, like everything was wrapped in soft winter stillness, and I wanted to sit at my desk and keep writing.
So here is Part 4, just as Sister asked me to copy today.
Love,
Kathy
🌸 Part 4 – Thérèse and the Gentle Love That Filled Her Home 🌸
This was submitted by Sister Mary Claire and her little sister Kathy from Camp Littlemore Farm. It comes from their very old book about the Little Flower, St. Thérèse of the Child Jesus. They wrote it out together on a cold afternoon, imagining the warm, faithful home where Thérèse grew up.
Thérèse’s childhood was wrapped in love — the kind of love that makes a child trust without fear. Her papa, Louis Martin, called her his “little queen,” and her mama, Zélie, watched over all her daughters with a heart full of courage and tenderness. Even though she worked hard making lace, she always guided her girls toward God.
The Martin home was simple and prayerful. Morning and evening, they prayed together. They learned to offer little sacrifices — giving up what they wanted, helping without being asked, or being cheerful when things didn’t go their way. Everything, even small things, could become a gift to Jesus.
But when Thérèse was just four years old, sorrow visited their house. Her mother grew ill, and though Thérèse didn’t fully understand, she felt something sad and heavy in the air. She clung to her mother more than ever.
One August morning, Zélie Martin went to Heaven.
The whole house felt changed. Louis gathered his daughters close and told them their mother was watching over them. The older sisters tried to be brave, and little Thérèse looked toward Heaven, wishing she could run straight into her mother’s arms.
Yet even in this sadness, God planted something beautiful in her small heart — a seed of deep trust. Thérèse began to understand that Jesus could hold her in His arms the same way her mother once had, and this trust would grow into her “Little Way,” the simple path she would one day share with the whole world.
If you’d like Part 5 next, friend, I’ll write it gladly.
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