I had one of my grandmother’s rosaries for a long while before I actually used it. Today is Our Lady of the Rosary and I have not prayed it today but I have thought about it. For many years the rosary meant nothing to me–I found it senseless and preferred prayers that were not a frozen register. That is until I learned Ignatian contemplation. Suddenly the Mysteries came alive to me.
During the Exercises, I grew closer to Mary during Colloquies, moved by her beautiful fidelity to the bitter end. I do pray the rosary from time to time, loving especially the Mysteries of Light. I am amazed at how when one is open many graces can pour in.
Today, I have been sick again, and am on another round of antibiotics. The kind pharmacist who pulled up my information was compassionate when she saw I had already finished one. I was grateful for her empathy and warmth. Later in the day, resting and frustrated with the current state of affairs, I found myself thinking, “Pray for us, now and at the hour or our death”. Pray for me, Mary. As I drag my weary, aching body back to bed now, I imagine laying my head upon Mary and asking her to place her hands upon me and clear up this infection once and for all. Pray for me….and I will pray for you.