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Dear friends! On Saturday, dear Santa Teresa gave me a sign again, and this time it was one filled with her wonderful sense of humor. On Friday, something quite unexpected happened, something that seemed like the beginning of God’s response to my novenas for her earlier, the novenas she honored with the roses earlier this month. In fact, all my novenas to her were for this wish alone. So on Friday, it looked like things were starting to unfold in the right direction, but of course, as in the vague stages of all beginnings, I had questions: was this really part of the divine answer, or just a random occurrence with no consequences? absolutely? Was the answer to my prayers beginning to manifest, or was this event nothing to do with the future? In other words, was my dear Little Flower behind this, or was it just a fluke? In my heart I felt that it was St. Therese who, with God’s permission, set the wheels in motion for me, but still, she must have sensed my hesitation, as she felt that she needed to give me another sign. And my hesitation was not for lack of faith and trust. Far from it, in fact. We all hesitate for a minute or two, because after praying for something for so long, the signs of hope can seem too good to be true. But only for a minute or two, of course.

Well, even my brief hesitation was something that St. Therese was quick to remedy, and on Saturday morning, as I was drawing the curtains on my window, I heard the familiar beeping on my phone indicating the receipt of a text message. I opened it and to my surprise, there was a message that someone wants to be my friend on Facebook. Of course, that was not what surprised me. Many people want to be my friend on Facebook. What surprised me was the name of this person. His name was the answer to my questions. Her name was Little Rose. I’m not kidding. I looked at my phone and it said, “Little Rose wants to be friends on Facebook.” little rose

The name was in Hungarian, Kiss Rozsa, and here I give you the literal translation. We Hungarians, just to be different, reverse the order of names: our last name comes first, so even in a grammatical sense, the message made perfect sense in Hungarian: Little Rose is Little Rose.

Even more interesting, at first, I didn’t know who Little Rose was, and it was only when I went to her profile page and looked at her picture that I remembered who she was. I think in my whole life I talked to her about four times, and the last time I saw her was about ten years ago. According to her profile, at the time she requested my friendship, she only had fourteen friends, so by accepting her kind invitation, I became her fifteenth friend. Now, why would she, someone I barely know, choose me so early in the process of building her community of friends on her Facebook? But of course, I know that it was not she who chose me; It was Santa Teresita who chose Little Rose, or rather her name, to send me her divine message. Little Rose only responded to an impulse, and in fact it was only an impulse, since after I accepted her friendship, she never contacted me, she never greeted me, she never acknowledged my acceptance. And of course she didn’t; she didn’t have to; her mission was finished; she lent her name to become the bearer of an important message from above; she was my divine messenger, and she doesn’t even know it.

As for my dear St. Therese, who knew she was so tech-savvy? And who knew that she spoke perfect Hungarian?

These signs never cease to amaze me. I always say: the signs, the solutions, the divine plans exceed all our expectations; wait for a rose to come from a friend, you can get it through your iPhone.

Of course, I have no doubt that the event on Friday was the beginning of the divine answer to my prayers, and that it was St. Teresa who, with God’s permission, set the wheels in motion. I’m just sorry that she had to go through the trouble of reassuring me; but I love her sense of humor. Knowing that she is such a modern girl makes her even more real.

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