Today is my girl's feast day. St. Therese and I have so much history. She's pretty much been there with me, the whole way. Her life is a special witness to God's grace because it was so ordinary. St. Therese was sort of a spoiled little girl and she was a tender, sensitive person. She wasn't tough. She wanted to be. She had a great admiration for Joan of Arc. She was certainly no great fighter like Joan, or at least not physically.
But Therese had a great love for her Lord. More importantly, she trusted blindly in His great love for her. She had no fear as she threw herself at the feet of His benevolent mercy.