Conte étrange

Many of you know that I have a bad habit of asking for signs. Well, I heard a story of someone several months back asking for a red rose from St. Therese as a confirmation of some life path she was discerning and well, thought it sounded good and tried it...ok, a yellow rose if I'm supposed to be a translator...I saw lots of roses in various shades and never figured out if any of them were meant for me...J. later informed me this particular person asked to be given a rose of this color, during a novena she made to St. Therese...I didn't quite meet the conditions somehow...

So there I am in front of St. Therese's tomb and the thought comes into my head..."St. Therese," I say, "you know, if you think it's a good idea, you might want to send me a rose if you mean me to be a children's librarian...you know...only if you think it's a good idea to...you know...give me a sign...just because...well, the whole slp thing didn't work out and I'd kinda like to be sure about this before I ask J. to invest in it with me...so if you want to...give me a red rose sometime before I leave Lisieux, or a picture or whatever to make it clear, and any other color if that's not what God wants me to do. I mean, give it to me somehow...not just show it to me... oh, and if you mean for me not to, don't make it pink because that'll just confuse me..." I was really concerned with not being confused...

Anyway, nothing happened at Lisieux...I saw lots and lots of roses of just about every color and went home resigned to continue discerning in faith...

Today I finally found the municipal library near me and asked the lady at the desk to recommend French children's novels to me...she suggested these...

I looked at every cover while still in the library except the Maupassant. I didn't notice it until I brought it home...

Doesn't meet the "in Lisieux" stipulation...but I don't know...