STA.

TERESA COLLEGE
Bauan, Batangas
INTEGRATED BASIC EDUCATION DEPARTMENT

Life of
St. Teresa of
DOCTOR OF THE CHURCH
Avila
 She was born in Avila,
Spain, March 28, 1515

She died in Alba,

October 4, 1582.

Her family origins have been

traced to Toledo and Olmedo.
 FATHE
ALONSO R
DE CEPEDA
SON OF TOLEDAN
MERCHANT
 FATHE
ALONSO R
DE CEPEDA
1505 MARRIED
CATALINA DEL PESO
 FATHE
ALONSO R
DE CEPEDA
1507 MARRIED
BEATRIZ DE AHUMADA
BEATRIZ
DE AHUMADA
MOTHER OF
ST. TERESA OF AVILA
 At the age of 12 the fervor
of her piety waned
somewhat. She began to take
an interest in the
development of her natural
attractions and in books of
chivalry.
Her mother died when the
saint
was only 14 years old.
Appealed to Mary
To BE
Mothe
HER

r
ENTRUSTED
TERESA
AGUSTINIANNUNS
SANTA MARIA DE GRACIA

1531
The influence of DOÑA MARIA
DE BRINCENO, who was in
charge of the lay students at the
convent school, helped Teresa to
recover her piety. She began to
wonder whether she had a
VOCATION TO BE A NUN.
 Reading the letters of
ST. JEROME led her to the
decision to enter a
convent, but her father
refused to give his consent.
 She decided to run away
from home and persuaded
another brother to flee with
her in order that both might
receive the religious habit. On
Nov. 2, 1535, she entered the
Carmelite Monastery of the
Incarnation at Avila.
 1536
She received her
HABIT.

She became
seriously ill.

She lived a life of

PRAYER AND PENANCE
1542
She recovered from
her serious illness.

She seek the

intercession of St.
Joseph
1568
CARMELITE
FOUNDED
MEN
REFORM
 CLOSEST
ST. JOHN FRIEND
OF THE CROSS
SPIRITUAL
DIRECTOR
DECLARED SAINT
MARCH 12, 1622
BY POPE GREGORY XV
OCTOBER 15
FEAST DAY
 STA. TERESA COLLEGE
Bauan, Batangas
INTEGRATED BASIC EDUCATION DEPARTMENT

Life of
St. Teresa of
DOCTOR OF THE CHURCH
Avila
PRAYER OF ST. TERESA OF AVILA

Lord, Thou knowest better than I

myself that I am growing older and
will someday be old.
Keep me from the fatal habit of
thinking I must say something on
every subject and on every occasion.
Release me from craving to
straighten out everybody’s
affairs. Make me thoughtful
but not moody; helpful but
not bossy.
 With my vast store of wisdom,
it seems a pity not to use it all;
but You know, Lord,
that I want a few friends at the end.
Keep my mind free from the recital
of endless details;
give me wings to get to the point.
Seal my lips on my aches and
pains; they are increasing, and
love of rehearsing them
is becoming sweeter as the
years go by.
 I dare not ask for improved
memory, but for a growing humility
and a lessening cock-sureness
when my memory seems to clash
with the memories of others. Teach
me the glorious lesson that
occasionally I may be mistaken.
 Keep me reasonably sweet, for a
sour old person is one of the
crowning works of the devil. Give me
the ability to see good things in
unexpected places and talents in
unexpected people; and give, O Lord,
the grace to tell them so. Amen.