St. Therese has been a patroness of mine since childhood. I did not take nearly as much notice of her as she did of me. She, in fact, chose me. My earliest memories of her are staring at a big picture of her that hung on the wall of my mother's old bedroom at my grandparents' house. It seems to me that I spent a lot of time contemplating that picture, whose eyes seemed to follow me around the room.
After my grandmother died, and my grandfather disposed of the old house, the picture was lost. Then, more than 20 years later -- how, I can't say -- the picture came back into my hands, but with the frame broken. I put it into one of those "frameless" frames. The more I think about it, the more I think it deserves something better.
Here it is, seen for the first time online -- best quality I could manage considering the lighting.
St. Therese of Lisieux, pray for us.