Engulfed By The Sweet Scent of Roses

In the summer of 2007, my daughter went to Canton to spend a couple of days with the friend who had introduced her to her husband.  Out of the blue, while driving along the highway this friend said, “Do you think you could take me to that house where you and your mother prayed?”  My daughter called me for the phone number of Rhoda’s house and within an hour they were there.  While enjoying the beauty of the home and the history it contained, this friend began asking my daughter if she could smell the roses.  My daughter did not, but the insistence of this friend -completely engulfed by the sweet scent of roses -was now puzzled in this mystery.  As they left the house she could not stop thinking about what took place there, and although, as of yet, she has not become Catholic, she is making better choices for her life. has come to a greater respect for herself, and is seeking God through her questions, her thoughts and her experiences.  Once again, I know that in HIs time, He will move her forward through the intercession of Our Blessed Mother, the Little Flower, and Rhoda Wise—and through the memory of the fragrance of those roses.