I’ve been on the road recently (until 7:45 last night) and haven’t had an opportunity to say hello or add a note to anything that’s been said or video’ed, because all I could do was read/view and then move on. But that’s never stopped me from praying for family and friends. During many hours of windshield time, I’ve prayed, listened to music and talk radio. They all helped me – but the prayer – perhaps that helped someone else. So, particularly this morning as I deal with truck lag (very much like jet lag but accomplished in a little red truck) I needed a prayer to help me feel better. I was in bed by 9:30 last night but awoke at 2:30 and have been up ever since – rubbing my eyes and trying to get the road hum out of my ears. What nothing else could achieve, a prayer and a rose seem to have managed. Thank you.
Frank,
P.S. Yesterday, when I saw the little orange light come on, on the dash, telling me I was almost out of gas (literally and figuratively) I prayed for a gas station – and as I uttered amen, there was the sign for a gas station only 30 seconds away. I said a heartfelt, Thank You Lord and got unleaded and leaded – gas for the truck and coffee for me. Is that a miracle? Well, the results were miraculous.
And there’s something miraculous about knowing that another soul is praying and caring for us – a stickpin on an atlas only inches away -but maybe a thousand miles away as the crow flies. Many, many thanks…

My safety blanket is my dachshund. And interestingly, there is a (more tenuous) Catholic connection to my story as well.
My grandfather’s patron saint was St. Francis. St. Francis, of course, is the saint of animals and plants. It is on his feast day every year that pets are invited into Catholic Churches for blessings. (“Little flowers” are associated with him as well.)
My grandfather had animals in his life for virtually all of his 86 years. He actually got through the Depression, in part, by tending the horses at the local polo fields (there were still a few rich people in his area) — which made my grandmother think **he** was rich, of course, to be spending so much time at polo fields!
There were numerous dogs along the way — several mutts, and a Boston terrier my mom and aunt adored as a kid (my sister has a Boston terrier now, too, interestingly enough).
But in 1964, my grandfather was transferred to Munich, Germany by ITT. My mother, who just graduated high school, went along with them — and met and got engaged to my “soldier boy” dad, also stationed in Munich. But that’s another story …
Anyway, dachshunds are the city dog of Munich. In fact, though it is (of course) forgotten now given the terrorist attack tragedy, the dachshund was the mascot of the 1972 Olympics. According to my grandfather, literally every second house had a dachshund, to the point where he would trip over them walking down the “strasses.”
When they returned to the States in 1966, my grandfather decided to get a dachshund named Schatzi (“little treasure” in German). Then followed Elfreda (a.k.a. “Elfie”). My great-grandparents got a dachshund named Heidi.
And then the floodgates opened — Elfie, with help from a neighbor’s male named Anton, had Baron I and Duchess I. My family adopted Baron I (who died in a freak accident), so we got Baron II to replace him. (My grandparents kept Duchess I.) At this point, we could have filmed a remake of “The Ugly Dachshund” in-house!
We adopted another dachshund named Gretchen. Baron II’s and Gretchen’s puppies, unfortunately, were stillborn.
After Elfie and Duchess I passed on, my grandparents got Duchess II. Unfortunately, they were too infirm to properly care for this rambunctious, mischievous breed by then, so Duchess II was adopted by a neighbor’s family instead.
A few years went by with no dachshunds, after Baron II and Gretchen went to the Rainbow Bridge as well. When I married, Emily and I both wanted a dog — but she was afraid she would be allergic to dachshunds, so we got a (precious) bichon frise instead.
At the divorce, we reached a deal — she could keep our bichon if she would help me find a dachshund. Emily lived up to her word — finding an outstanding breeder in Virginia.
The three puppies were whelped around Christmas 2000 by a pair named April and (again) Anton. The family’s kids gave them temporary, Christmas names — the coffee colored boy was named Starbucks, a girl missing a toe was named Mistletoe, and another girl was named Cinnamon because … when it rained, she smelled like cinnamon.
Cinnamon took my heart. So she (since she needed a German name, like all dachshunds in our family) became Schumi, the female diminutive of the name of the legendary German race-car driver Michael Schumacher.
There have been other, non-family dachshunds in my life as well. My mom’s neighbor had a roly-poly standardbred doxie named Freddie, who alas just went to the Rainbow Bridge.
Even my ex-girlfriend’s mom had a half-dachshund, half-chihuahua named Chico (named after his Mexican ancestry, obviously). My ex-girlfriend would call him “the ugliest dog in the world,” but he was cute — in a homely way
And now, in our family, we have 10. My cousin recently adopted a male dachshund — Oscar (naturally).
I think everyone on BB knows what a therapy dog Schumi has been for me — that she has literally saved my life on numerous occasions. But, like Therese with roses, there’s a longer story behind it as well.

I would just like to add that my 2 1/2 year old Golden Retriever, Chelsea Rose Marie, has literally been a life saver to me. If it wasn’t for her needing me to get out of bed to take her outside to potty, there were days that I wouldn’t have gotten up and out of bed at all, except maybe to pee~~ I love my Chelsea as much as I love my children who are grown and out of the house now, with children of their own. My granddaughter, Brionna who’s 6 calls Chelsea her aunt…lol. We all love her and consider her an important part of our family.

I wish so much that I could view the videos…
anyway, Roses and Doggies (Pets) – does life get any better than that! My dogs have saved my life and continue to do so (Thank you G-d) and Roses – the flowers and the name – have been part of my life since before i was born.
There are tears of happiness and peace filling my eyes
G-d Bless us all – people and pets and plants!

Therese,
Thank you for being a faithful pray-er. It carries a lot of meaning when you say you will pray for us. And you are prayed for, too.

therese you to are in my prayers daily.i have a cross that i have worn fo the last 20 plus years that a frend gave me when i started on really diagnosing my bipolar her husband passed away at 39 he suffered with major mental health problems and it reminds me that someone cared enough to set me in the right direction.thank you for makeing me feel like there is hope of better days.i will think of you when i see roses because like a rose you brighten the day.

Larry, the only dachsund i’ve ever known belonged to an older couple who lived across the street from my childhood home. Princess had a little pen and house in their backyard. The couple’s only child, a daughter was quite a bit older than my friends and I, so we really only knew the pair of them from seeing them working in their yard. One day Princess appeared alone in the middle of our 9fortunately not well traveled) road. One of our gang (I can’r recall exactly who) caught her and took her home only to be rewarded by a big bowl of ice cream chosen gtom among several flavors they had in their freezer. now for midwestern village kids in the fifties, this was major since most of our own families’ freezers were full of fis game, and vegetables from the garden with maybe room for a few packets of morel mushrooms. Ice cream only lived there when it was someone’s birthday time. needless tosay, we kids, being enterprising little scamps, found ways to see that Princess escaped frequently after that, and whomever returned her was always rewarded in the same manner. After our parents figured out what we were up to, we were sent over to apologize for taking advantage of the neighbor’s generous spirits only to be told that they had figured out on their own that we were running a scam and didn’t care because it “gave them a chance to spend some time with us neighborhood kids! Despite the inevitable threats from our parents, Princess continued to “escape” her pen frequently for the remainder of that summer and the next one as well.:-) The neighbors’ freezer was kept well stocked with several varieties of ice cream from which Princess’s “savior” could chose. Princess always got to lick the bowls clean, so she was perfectly content with this arrangement; always eagerly greeting whomever turned up to liberate her with the entire back end og her little body wagging!

thank you very much for your prayers. after watching the video i had tears in my eyes because St Therese is also one of my favorite saint. i have also experienced receiving roses in my novenas just like what happened to you. thank you, St Therese!

THANKS FOR YOUR PRAYERS THERESE. WHAT BEAUTIFUL ROSES FOR A BEAUTIFUL, CARING, GIVING AND LOVING WOMAN…YOU!!

Margaret:
You wouldn’t have even had to tell me Princess was a dachshund for me to know she was a dachshund.
They are extremely mischievous (but therefore entertaining) dogs — particularly in aiding and abetting their owners’ own mischief!

Beautiful! thanks. Life is full of signs, both large and small. There are two things that ‘suddenly’ appear for me whenever I’m in despair, one is a little printed card that says “Cosmic Law, Fulfills”, the other is a card with the picture of St Michel Archangel that has a prayer, written in French, inside., the prayer begins: “St. Michel Archangel defend us in our combat, be our security against malice and the devil’s ambushes”.

Hey, Larry I have a collie named “Princess” but she’s a laughfest too! Dear Therese you are indeed a rose…and I believe that’s one of God’s favorite flowers.

My Parents came down to Florida and brought me and “Princess” the most beautiful female tri-color collie because she looks so much like my “Tiffany” that I laid to rest right before Christmas. She’s been a godsend even though I cry when I look at her. She and “Princess” play so cute. I’m sure dogs grieve a loss too. Now I just have to find another gray horse like “Pepper”. It was a bad year in 07.

I tell you Therese, you are one terrific girl!
And, thank you for YOUR prayers.
Francine

Thank you for your prayers, and your frank honesty on this grave subject. I appreciate your service by sharing from your heart, and offering the tips that have gotten you through.

Hi! My name is JoAnn. I just rededicated my life to Jesus Christ last night. I was reading my Bible Scripture here on the internet and saw that there were a few video’s to view. You have such wonderful video’s here. It’s things that I need to think about for myself as well. Thank you for touching on these topics. I have these struggles every day. I realized that I need Jesus in my life every day. Day in and day out.I love Jesus Christ with all my Heart, Mind, and Soul. I want to show him that by paying more attention to him by reading His Word and Praying to him a lot more than I did before. Thanks again! Your new friend, JoAnn

Beautiful thoughts but there is no need to pray to a saint …….
Jesus told us to “come boldly before His throne and ask in faith to Him” Also the Bible staes “there is one mediator between God and man, the man Christ Jesus who loved us and gave His life for us” I am just wondering why you feel you have to pray to St Threse or to your “guardian angel?”
I love the idea of roses sent to those who you are praying for or have concerns for.
God bless and stregthen you.
Joyce