The Little Prince

I had my monthly spiritual direction (SD) session today. My SD started by asking me to name a genre of writing which expresses where I’m at. I blurted out, The Little Prince – his sense of wonder and certainty of finding his treasure.

My SD asked me to reflect on highlights from the past month and how God is speaking to me through them. I recalled my daughter’s awe and wonder at this magnificent tree which she was willing to hike up a long and steep flight of stairs for.

I didn’t permit it given time constraints (catechism afterwards). I reasoned with her that she could view the tree from afar and it would be the same as seeing it up-close.

It dawned on me how something so ordinary (to me) was so extraordinary for her that she was moved to pursue it further. And how I allowed my task-and-schedule orientedness to triumph over my CGS retreat takeaway to slow down.

My SD picked up on the theme of wonder for today’s session. I’ve grown so accustomed to adulting — tons of responsibilities and never ending to-do list — that I’ve forgotten to wonder and dream. ..

Where is the Life coming from?
What gives me Life?
How can I choose things that give me Life?


To put on that lens of child-like wonder to first dig deep and figure out what gives me Life. And next, to pursue the things that give me Life with dogged persistence the way my childhood hero, The Little Prince, would.

John 10:10 – “I have come so that you may have life and have it more abundantly.”

For all the times I berate my daughter for being slow, I’ve humbled that God is reminding me to slow down and enjoy His marvelous gifts the way my daughter is filled with awe watching the butterflies dance 🎁

The Little Prince

“You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you– the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that Ihave sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.And he went back to meet the fox.”

Goodbye,” he said.”

Goodbye,” said the fox. “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

“What is essential is invisible to the eye,” the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.”

“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”

“It is the time I have wasted for my rose–” said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.”

Men have forgotten this truth,” said the fox. “But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose…”

“I am responsible for my rose,” the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

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