This was many years ago...30??...I was kneeling in church, very upset and praying to St Therese. I prayed that she would let me know my prayers weren’t in vain. When I looked down...now I had been praying in front of the Blessed Sacrament for at least 40 minutes...and there was a yellow rose petal on the pew in front of me. It was the middle of winter and it was as fresh and soft as if it had just fallen off a rose. It was also late at night during the week. I had been there for close to an hour and didn’t see it. It was literally right in front of me. I picked it up and put it in my prayer book. Somehow everything seemed like it would be alright....and it was! I still have that old rose petal 😁