Help me to spread Your fragrance wherever I go.
Flood my soul with Your Spirit and Life.
Penetrate and possess my being so utterly
That my life may only be a radiance of Yours.
Shine through me, and be so in me
That every soul I come in contact with
May feel Your presence in my soul.
Let them look up, and see no longer me but only Jesus.
Stay with me.
And then I will begin to shine as You shine,
So to shine as to be a light for others.
The light, O Jesus, will be all from You.
None of it will be mine.
It will be You, shining on others through me.
Let me thus praise You
In the way in which You love best:
By shining on those around me.
Let me preach You without preaching,
Not by words but by example,
By the catching force,
The sympathetic influence of what I do,
The evident fullness of the love
My heart bears for You. Amen
A few weeks before she died, Grandma Jane did something my son Drew remembers as one of his favorite things. She made him his favorite thing– a pumpkin pie– for his birthday. It wasn’t a years long tradition, but a one-time gesture of love delivered to our house on his 14th birthday. As only seemed fitting, we covered it entirely with whipped cream and served it to D instead of cake. He described it that night as “perfection!”
Twenty-four short days later, she would be gone.
It’s exactly a year later now. My tall, lanky, middle kiddo is celebrating his 15th birthday. After 9am mass this morning, his effervescent, joy filled cousin Katie whispered to me, “Don’t leave after mass, Aunt Shelly. We have something for Drew.”
To my immense pleasure, Katie, who is 12, has taken to sitting with us at mass while her parents sing in the choir. I suppose, as a mother of 3 smelly boys, I cannot resist the sparkly headbands and bright pink sweaters– even if for only an hour! She’s a ray of sunshine in my week, holding my hand during the Our Father and giving me a bug hug during the sign of peace. She is girly to her core.
This day, Katie did something else incredibly meaningful. She brought Drew the PERFECT birthday present.
Yep, homemade pumpkin pie!! The happy Grandma Jane memory that sparkles for Drew is a tradition Katie decided to carry on. I for one happen to think that act by my favorite 6th grader is a great big piece of LOVE!
My favorite saint is St. Therese, the Little Flower. I have been praying for their help of late that I can always believe, as she did, in God’s great love for me, so that I might imitate her “little way” in my life– radiating Christ. Small acts, big love. That’s the idea. We don’t have to be someone popular, or rich, or important to be Christ to someone else.
Thanks for reminding me, Kate, that it can be as simple as baking a pumpkin pie.
Nicely done, sweetheart…..and props to our Awesome God for using such gorgeous bundle of sparkly love to show us Your face today!
St. Therese of the Child Jesus, Pray for us!
(Radiating Christ, by the way, is a prayer which was written by John Henry Cardinal Newman, and was a favorite of another pretty awesome chick who knew just how to do small things with great love..........Mother Teresa.)