Michel Quoist
MEET CHRIST AND LIVE!
translated by J. F.
BERNARD
14.
Our little girl is a young womanI had prepared her for this. In order to do a good job of it, I
had also prepared myself by searching, in the light of faith, for the deepest
meaning of this important step in the physical and psychological development of
my daughter.
When Jacqueline came to me and happily told me what had
happened, I kissed her. And then, together, we improvised a prayer to thank God
for his goodness to her. There was now in her a source of life, hidden but none
the less real. Together, we went to tell her father the news. He gave her the
small gift that we had selected some time before; and he told her that, from
that time on, she would choose her own clothes. I would go with her, we
explained, to make sure that her choice was not too expensive; but I would
respect her tastes (which, I confess, won't be an easy thing to do).
At dinner that night, we had a little celebration, and we
took the opportunity afterwards to explain things to her brother. We must make
sure that he has a sufficient appreciation of feminine dignity so that, now and
later, he will treat women with proper respect.
To be frank, I couldn't help envying my daughter a little.
In spite of myself, I thought; 'She's so lucky to have parents like us.' I
remembered my own childhood and the shame and guilt I experienced when I began
to mature. But then, I thanked God for allowing us to live, at least a little,
in the faith. All that God has made is good, and how stupid we are to drag down
to our human level and to deform and cormpt what God intends to be great and
beautiful.
The
Prayer of a young woman, inspired by her mother
Thank you, Lord, for having let life develop in me.
Let me receive this marvelous gift with pride and respect.
Let
me be strong and generous enough,
to care for my body,
to develop it,
and to respect it,
so that it may be a worthy receptacle of life.
Let this life, through me, spread and bloom in joy for all those
around me who are wasting away or dying.
Lord, l pray for my parents.
Help them to say goodbye to their little girl, and help them
welcome the young woman, who is their daughter, with pride and joy.
Let them have enough love and generosity to tend what another
will reap.
Let them never resent the one who will one day take me away,
but let them forget themselves so that they may prepare
to give me away.
Help me to be gentle with them so that their suffering may be
lessened, and their sacrifice, through me, may bear the fruits of happiness.
I also pray, Lord,
for all those adolescents who are unaware of their dignity,
for all the young women who resent or regret their feminity,
and for those who misuse, waste and pervert what you have given
them with such love.
Let this life in my body, if you wish it, Lord, be one day a
sparkling spring.
Let it meet another spring; and let the waters mix, and bring
forth another life.
Let me remain yours, Lord, and let me be ever grateful to you;
for you have 'done great things for me'.