Short and Sweet

It has come to my attention that yesterday's post was, while sweet, not quite short. I know this because it gave at least two of us a headache, and that's not ideal!

Happily, the solution is to offer a new post: short and sweet, like our little brother Marcel. Same ingredients, but not tripling the recipe this time.

So here are the elements - Jesus and our brother and sister handed them to me this morning, and I'm hoping to whip them together into a quick 3 rose cupcake sort of peace offering. For those who came away with headaches from our alternative to too many sweets yesterday (too many words), this is good news because gee whiz, headaches are not our goal here at Miss Marcel's Musings! 

First up is a line from Therese's best-ever-letter to her sister, Marie of the Sacred Heart (LT 197). Can you believe I forgot the best part? Here it is:

"Dear Sister, how can you say that my desires are the sign of my love? Ah! I really feel that it is not this at all that pleases God in my little soul; what pleases Him is that He sees me loving my littleness and my poverty, the blind hope that I have in His mercy. This is my only treasure - why should this treasure not be yours?"

Second is from our dear Jesus in Conversations (178):

"The more you forget, the more you see your weakness and your ignorance and the more you are dear to Me and receive My kisses."

And finally, sweetness from Marcel, with a dash of Therese's salt, at Conversations (181):

Marcel: My Father, after my communion I was still afraid, asking myself if Jesus would come back to me or if He would leave me again for a long time in this state of abandonment. I felt then as if I had some sugar in my mouth and I realized that this sensation, accompanied by a great freshness, only had this effect when I still felt bitterness in times of suffering. When I swallowed my saliva it was not sweet, but each time I breathed I felt something sweet and fresh. As I still felt much distaste, I asked my sister Therese: 'Will Jesus come to make me happy?'

Therese: Certainly little brother, how could He not come to kiss you? But allow me first of all to prepare a place for Him.

Marcel: Jesus has already entered into my soul, so why must a place be prepared for Him?

Therese: He has not yet introduced Himself to you, Marcel, be patient for a while.

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There, isn't that better? I'm going to get a cold glass of frothy milk to go with my JMT cupcakes because wine gives me a headache, and we're all through with headaches, thank the good Lord. But don't let that stop you! If you're a cab girl, or have another favorite - ooh! Cupcake makes a Red Velvet! - well then pour yourself a glass. And most of all, relax, because Therese will prepare us for enjoying sweet Jesus (with Marcel as her little assistant), and our part is merely to embrace our littleness and our poverty. You know how it is after the headache's gone - all that's left is littleness and poverty, but it's a pleasure without the pain!

​May your day be full of joy and your heart be full of Jesus, and to help you on your way, I'm offering a big hug, a bigger smile, and our prayer:

                                                           Draw me, we will run!