The first time I remember praying the rosary as an adult was for a silly, vain intention. My wedding was approaching and I had my heart set on a beautiful, sunny day. My mother has always been close to the Blessed Virgin Mary and had given me a little fold-up card with the prayers and mysteries on it. She told me to pray with an intention and make it something big. That way, if God saw fit to deliver, I would know that my prayers were aided by my devotion.
I pondered this concept as I waited for my daughter in my car outside of her school. I watched as the kids poured out of the open double doors by the gymnasium, thinking how God loves and knows each and every one. “Do you really think I’d leave them without a Mother?” He whispered to my soul. “No,” I replied in silent prayer “You’re too good.”
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Prayers Over The Kitchen Sink 