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š’ššš¢š§š­ š“š”šžš«šžš¬šž’š¬ š«šØšØš¦ š¢š§ š‹š²šØš§ š°š”šžš«šž š¬š”šž šš¢šžš šØš§ šŸšŸ” š’šžš©š­šžš¦š›šžš« šŸšŸ–šŸ–šŸ“

š’ššš¢š§š­ š“š”šžš«šžš¬šž’š¬ š«šØšØš¦ š¢š§ š‹š²šØš§ š°š”šžš«šž š¬š”šž šš¢šžš šØš§ šŸšŸ” š’šžš©š­šžš¦š›šžš« šŸšŸ–šŸ–šŸ“ š–š”ššš­ ššš¦ šˆ š„š¢šÆš¢š§š  šŸšØš«? š–š”ššš­ ššØ šˆ š„šØšÆšž ššžšžš©š„š² šžš§šØš®š š” š­šØ š š¢šÆšž š¦š² š°š”šØš„šž š„š¢šŸšž šŸšØš« šžšÆšžš§ š®š§š­šØ ššžššš­š”? Little by little, infirmities stemming from old age assail her: she becomes deaf, walks with difficulty, and suffers from rheumatism. Nevertheless, one prayer accompanies her always: “May I live for love of you, may I die for love of you, let my last heartbeat be an act of perfect love. “Has Therese Couderc left a message? She makes no claim to have done so. She does not even seek to repeat the great evangelical lessons of the seed which must die to bear fruit, the vine which must allow itself to be pruned in order to yield more. She does not have to repeat them; she has lived them with a rare intensity and a marvelous happiness!” – (Therese Couderc: Woman and Saint by Paule de Lassus, rc)

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š’ššš¢š§š­ š“š”šžš«šžš¬šž ššš§š š­š”šž š‹š¢š­š­š„šž š“š«š¢š›š®š§šž: š€ šš„šššœšž šØšŸ šƒšžšžš©šžš« š”š§š¢šØš§ š°š¢š­š” š‚š”š«š¢š¬š­

š’ššš¢š§š­ š“š”šžš«šžš¬šž ššš§š š­š”šž š‹š¢š­š­š„šž š“š«š¢š›š®š§šž: š€ šš„šššœšž šØšŸ šƒšžšžš©šžš« š”š§š¢šØš§ š°š¢š­š” š‚š”š«š¢š¬š­ š‡šØš° š¦š¢š š”š­ š¦š² šØš°š§ šžš±š©šžš«š¢šžš§šœšžš¬ šØšŸ š¬š®šŸšŸšžš«š¢š§š  š›šžšœšØš¦šž šš š©š„šššœšž šØšŸ ššžšžš©šžš« š®š§š¢šØš§ š°š¢š­š” š‰šžš¬š®š¬? Saint ThĆ©rĆØse freely consented to be associated with Jesus in His agony. This union with Christ in suffering became the highest point to which she had been led in her life, one increasingly ā€œanimated by the Spirit of Jesus Christ.ā€ “Do not be anxious about my health, I lack nothing. As to the pains and discomforts which I carry about with me everywhere and always, we should only thank the Good God for these, since He orders them so well that I am rarely deprived of hearing Holy Mass; when I am not able to go dowstairs, I hear it from the little tribune.” – letter of Mother ThĆ©rĆØse to Mother Marie AimĆ©e Lautier, Lyon, 15 November 1884 (a year before her death)

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š’ššš¢š§š­ š“š”šžš«šžš¬šž’š¬ š‹ššš¬š­ š˜šžššš«š¬ š¢š§ š‚šžš§šššœš„šž š‡šØš®š¬šž š¢š§ š‹š²šØš§

š’ššš¢š§š­ š“š”šžš«šžš¬šž’š¬ š‹ššš¬š­ š˜šžššš«š¬ š¢š§ š‚šžš§šššœš„šž š‡šØš®š¬šž š¢š§ š‹š²šØš§ š‡šØš° š¦š¢š š”š­ š«šžšœšØš š§š¢š³š¢š§š  š†šØšā€™š¬ š©š«šžš¬šžš§šœšž š­š«ššš§š¬šŸšØš«š¦ š­š”šž š°ššš² šˆ š¬šžšž ššš§š šžš±š©šžš«š¢šžš§šœšž šžšÆšžš«š²šššš² š„š¢šŸšž? In 1867, when the Montpellier house was closed, Saint ThĆ©rĆØse returned to Lyon, where she spent the last 18 years of her life. As her health declined, she suffered greatly and experienced less of God’s presence. Yet, even when ā€œconsolations vanished,ā€ she never ceased to pray and seek God in everything.

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