Something strange has been going on over here lately. So many good things have been coming at me so fast that it’s hard to keep up with it all. Doors are opening, things are falling into place, I’m meeting wonderful new people, having a positive impact on people in my parish, etc.
As I was driving home from RCIA last night I was thinking about this and realized that it all came about rather suddenly. It was like some sort of grace explosion happened a couple weeks ago and I’ve been riding the shockwave ever since. I thought for a moment if there was anything I’d been doing differently and gasped a little bit when I realized: I started praying the rosary every night about two weeks ago.
I’d heard enough people I respect extol the power of the rosary (Fr. John Corapi is extremely insistent about this) so I’d wanted to try it, but always found an excuse not to make it happen. Also, I was just sure that there’s no way I’d be able to concentrate long enough to get through it.
Then, a friend invited me to pray the rosary with her family, and for the first time I sat down and said the whole thing, the right way. Shortly after that Tony of Catholic Pillow Fight was so incredibly kind as to send me a rosary (I’ve been meaning to publicly thank him for that for a while — what a wonderful thing to do).
Even after that I kept putting it off and putting it off, until finally I decided to make it part of my nightly routine. To be honest I didn’t expect to get anything out of it. Per our discussion about faith and feeling, I was only doing it because it seemed relaxing and it felt like something I should do. I didn’t expect to see results or feel big emotions. I’m just trying to teach myself to be obedient to what God would want me to do, even if I’m experiencing doubts (when do I not?). I’m taking the advice I got on this site to think of faith as a verb instead of an emotion.
So imagine my surprise when my life has just been clicking on a whole new level ever since I started doing this. The only thing I can liken it to is some sort of drug. I feel fairly certain that I’m not just seeing what I want to see since I expected nothing at all. It was only after remarking on the striking, distinct changes I’ve seen that I began to think about what might have caused it.
Anyway, I need to get to bed. All this rambling is just to say I am now convinced of the power of the rosary. All I can say is: WOW.
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