The Wrap-Around-a-Rosary was created to fill two specific needs. If women today are going to maintain a devotion to the rosary they need something accessible, not tucked in the glove box or shoved in the bottom of an overcrowded purse. Also, in an age of mass-produced trinkets, women need reasonably priced but still beautiful devotional pieces.
You won’t find the one in the picture in the shop. It’s on it’s way to ME!
I wish I had started praying the rosary when my kids were still babies.
Granted, I didn’t start praying the rosary until about 5 or 6 years ago. I wasn’t Catholic and I didn’t pray it regularly at all in the beginning. When I finally gathered the courage to admit that my heart had been Catholic for a long time and actually start RCIA, I was praying it a couple of times a week. Then, six months after that our family wound up in the middle of a storm with hurricane strength. There was nothing I could do to fix things… except pray. So on a rather typical, mundane day, I spent the afternoon praying for my babies (who were 17, 21, and 23), including the rosary. During that afternoon, I was convicted to pray the rosary daily for them.
For the past eighteen months I have prayed the rosary every day. It was a struggle in the beginning, especially as I stumbled over the longer prayers. Now I can’t remember what it was like before it became part of me. It is the source of my peace. My quiet. My selah. (And actually the inspiration for my blog and Etsy shop name!)
Okay. REALITY CHECK. Would I have actually prayed the rosary when I was a scatter-brained stay-at-home-mom homeschool my three wildlings?
I’d guess not. Unless someone sent me a copy of this article.
We can’t escape being injured or injuring others, but we can allow God to bring mercy to birth in us.
September 1992, the day after Labor Day. My babies were 8 months and 2 1/2 years old. We lived more than 2000 miles from our family and T was on sea duty. And I had major surgery to remove my thyroid that had grown to historic proportions and was crushing my windpipe.
There were problems at the very beginning, things I shouldn’t have remembered due to the anesthesia but… redhead. The recovery room was a nightmare. Pain. Fear. Isolation. Wanting to sleep so I could forget all those things, but the inflatables on my legs woke me up every 10 minutes or so. Then it would start again. Pain. Fear. And so on.
And then I remembered and UNDERSTOOD.
The Holy Spirit intercedes for us with groaning too deep for words.
My pain, too deep for words. My fear, too deep for words. My isolation, too deep for words. And suddenly I just knew. And the paralyzing fear turned into comfort. I wasn’t alone. The pain was only for the moment.
“Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but that very Spirit intercedes for us with groaning too deep for words.”
I love this list! I know all of them, I’ve prayed most of them. John 6:68 is a weekly prayer sung as part of the Alleluia before the Gospel in my former Lutheran synod. I learned the adaption of Matthew 8:8 after converting to Catholicism as we pray it every Sunday as part of the Mass.
But my favorite by far, one that isn’t included in this list, is Psalm 51:12-14. It is traditionally sung as the offertory in the Lutheran liturgy, except during Lent. I pray it almost every day – either by saying it or singing it. One of the most incredible gifts I’ve been given by the church that birthed and nurtured my faith for nearly half a century.
Create in my a clean heart, oh God, and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from your presence, and take not your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and uphold me with your free spirit. Psalm 51:12-14
Pause & Listen
Create in me a clean heart
My Lord and my God
This is who I want to be. This is who I am working to be. This is who I am, thanks to the wonderful gift of faith I’ve been given.
Mary said, “Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord. May it be done to me according to your word.” Then the angel departed from her.
Lord, make me more like Mary!
that I can know Your voice when You are speaking to me
that I can humble myself enough to LISTEN and do what you ask
that I can be content in my circumstances
that I can have a glimpse of what it’s like to have that perfect trust she has in You
I used to think Mary was someone I did NOT want to be like. Actually, I think I was actually a little jealous of her because she was so… PERFECT. It was not the good kind of jealousy. The dislike stemming from my complete inability to be anything like her. I never measured up to my mom’s expectations, my teacher’s expectations, my friend’s expectations. Even when I grew up, got married, had kids, and become a model employee I *still* found expectations that I couldn’t live up to.
I realize now that it’s because I was always trying too hard to do it my way. So much trying that I didn’t have time to pray, to be close to God. I went to church and Bible study, I prayed sporadically, I read the Bible now and again outside church, but it was just an extra. Not the main thing. Remember the youth group object lesson about the rocks, pebbles, sand, and water in a jar?
My family were my big rocks. Church and church activities were the bigger pebbles, friends were the smaller pebbles. The sand was coaching soccer, all the things that go along with being a parent like driving, fundraising, keeping up with all the equipment and the schedules, choir, housework (hah!). And then the water? Occasional hiking trips, mom’s night out, a good bottle of wine.
See what’s missing? I confused church with God. Church is good and our relationships within the parish are an important part of living our faith. But they aren’t The Main Thing. Jesus is. My relationship with God is. That relationship is The Big Rock. Ha! I didn’t even see where I was going with that!
The Big Rock first and everything else follows. The peace that passes understanding. The calm that I’ve been looking for for most of my adult life.