Earlier this morning I tried to post a bunch of fluff and stuff, but the internet wouldn't cooperate and my pictures wouldn't load, so I slammed the computer shut and instead cleaned up the "mess" Mary had just made on the floor because she's wearing big girl undies for the first time today and just. doesn't. get it.
Then I got an email about a girl that Tommy and I were at UD with and I knew that the fluff and stuff was supposed to wait.
Nicole (Paparella) Fraser was always smiling. Always. Even at UD when I was very much my hard to love, pre-conversion self (now I'm still hard to love, but I work a lot at being nice, which I never did before, and that's all thanks to Jesus), she was nothing but kind to me. Now I understand it more, but then I didn't. I didn't understand how it could feel like she loved me even though I didn't know her. Now I know that it's because she actually did. Even though I wasn't knowable much less lovable, she still managed to exude a true Christian love. I wish I would have known her better then.
Last week, an MRI revealed a large tumor attached to Nicole's brain stem. She is 14 weeks pregnant with her 6th child. Tomorrow, Tuesday, she will undergo surgery to remove the (hopefully benign) tumor. Even with the best outcome, recovery from this surgery is expected to be about a year.
I don't have to tell you how I feel or what I'm thinking right now. You already know. You're already feeling it and thinking it.
Nicole and her husband have a special devotion to St. Therese so please join me in praying the following for their intentions and peace as well as the safety of both Nicole and her unborn baby:
Supplication to the Little Flower
O glorious Saint Thérèse of the Child Jesus
and of the Holy Face,
cherished child of the Father,
virgin espoused to the Son,
humble Doctor instructed by the Holy Ghost,
We greet thee with joy
and approach thee with confidence.
The wonders wrought by thy intercession
are too many to be counted;
thou showest thyself the friend and advocate
of all who have recourse to thee in time of need.
We rely on thy childlike power over the Father’s Heart.
From the thy place in heaven
thou seest our afflictions
and, by a merciful disposition of Providence,
thou sendest roses of pity to those who seek thy help.
There is no misery of body or of soul
to which thou dost not respond with love.
Thou who didst seek to be love in the heart of the Church,
while still on earth,
art forever love in the heart of the Church
from the place that is thine in Heaven.
Descend to us, Saint Thérèse.
Hasten to us who are waiting for a rose from heaven,
a sign of thy compassion, a pledge of thy assistance.
Who hath not heard of thy errands of love
in every place and on every continent?
Walk with us, Saint Thérèse,
lest we wander from thy little way.
Change, we pray thee, our timid and faltering confidence,
into a confidence that is limitless and bold,
that by offering ourselves, as thou didst offer thyself,
to the mystery of Merciful Love,
our confidence may be perfected, as was thine,
in the contemplation of the holy and adorable Face of Jesus:
thine own heart’s treasure in this valley of tears,
and thine all-surpassing joy
in the brightness of the heavenly fatherland.
Know that I am praying for all of you as we are all praying for Nicole. Thank you!