I remember that last year on her day in the church in Prilep we brought flowers from the garden and the priest mentioned how she was tortured in Rome. A very simple and strong lamp. Who knows if even today there are such silent martyrs among us.
What a beautiful story about the flowers in the garden in Prilep. It reminded me of when my husband and I took roses from home to the parish for Saint Agatha. I hope we have that same quiet strength as her.
