Céline’s First Communion

One evening, I heard you say that from the time one received one’s First Communion, one had to commence living a new life, and I immediately made the resolution not to wait for that day but to commence the very same time as Céline. Never had I felt loved her as much as I did during her three-day retreat; for the first time in my life, I was separated from her and I didn’t sleep in her bed. The first day, forgetting she was not going to return, I kept a small bunch of cherries that Papa had brought me in order to eat them with her. When I didn’t see her returning home, I was really sad. Papa consoled me by saying he would take me the next day to the Abbey to see my Céline and that I would give her another bunch of cherries! The day of Céline’s First Communion left me with an impression similar to my own First Communion. When awakening in the morning all alone in the big bed, I felt inundated with joy. “It’s today! The great day has arrived.” I repeated this over and over again. It seemed it was I who was going to make my First Communion. I believe I received great graces that day and I consider it one of the most beautiful in my life.