Then I Saw Her --3

...such joyful company. I put my coat on and was about to leave while still seeing my nun friend there with me when my pastor handed me a book to read. I declined even though I knew by now that if he gave me a book to read , I was meant to read it. Period. But right now, I had this nun I didn’t know how to deal with and anyway I had not finished the last book he had given me so I thanked him and declined. I left and as I went out and started my rig, the vision began to fade. As I drove down the hill away from the rectory, the last I saw of her was her face with her lower lip protruding in a make believe pout. I stopped, turned around and went back to the rectory.I rang the bell and when my good friend the pastor answered, I told him that I thought that nun wanted me to read the book he attempted to give me. He reached over on the table, gave it to me and we bade each other good night. It was too dark to read the title so when I got home into the light, I saw the title…. “ The Story of a Soul” by Sister Therese of Lisieux, the Little Flower of Jesus. She was a Carmalite nun who died in eighteen ninety seven at age twenty four who was since canonized by the Catholic church. I no longer can see her but know beyond a doubt she is with me and anyone else who wants her to help bring them closer to Jesus. This, as Holy God is my witness, is a true story, told the best way I know how. Thank you Lord. And thank you our friend Therese,... the little flower of Jesus.