I have no other means of proving my love for You than to throw flowers, that is, not to pass up any little sacrifice, any look, any word, to take advantage of all the little things and to do them out of love… I want to suffer out of love and even rejoice out of love, so I will throw flowers before Your throne. […]Jesus, what purpose will my flowers and my songs serve You? Oh, I know well that this sweet-scented rain, these fragile petals that have no value, these songs of love of the littlest of hearts — these will charm You. Yes, these little nothings will give You pleasure.-St. Therese of Lisieux
motherhood // standing
Never had I experienced true fear or anxiety till becoming a mother. Fragile little souls wrapped in beauty pla...
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Never had I experienced true fear or anxiety till becoming a mother. Fragile little souls wrapped in beauty pla... -
There's a beautiful rhythm to our world. We see it in the seasons that guide us through death and new life every yea...