My kids LOVE St. Therese of Lisieux. I think it's because of the gigantic statue we have in the ushers' room at church. Even the two year old happily crows "Jesus gives Therese roses!" every time he sees it.
The roses are the fruits of her contemplative vocation. Therese devoted her life to prayer and contemplation, and God showered her with wonderful gifts.
Sometimes we moms wonder where OUR roses are. I mean, we have not time for uninterrupted prayer and contemplation-- are we doomed to be ignored by God?
Therese's roses were the fruits of her vocation.... your roses are the fruits of yours.... So that toddler over there surrounded by Lego's? The one who is emitting a rather.... forceful ... odor? He's one of your roses. The little girl tugging at your leg while you try to pray because she really HAS to show you the card she just drew for a sick friend? She's a rose too.
We're not being denied Heavenly Roses because of all the interruptions in our prayer lives. The interruptions ARE our Roses, the beautiful fruits of our vocation. The time we spend on our kids - talking, teaching, loving and disciplining - is not time away from God. It's time in the service of God.
And with that, I have to run -- my roses need their morning cocoa.....