From Loathing to Loving the Rosary

mary creche nativityOne of the things I love about Advent and Christmas is the extra emphasis on the Blessed Mother. As a motherless Catholic, it’s been easy to embrace Mary as my own mother and I always love hearing the Scriptures about her this time of year.

Reprinted with permission from CatholicSistas.com.

For most of my years as a Catholic, however, I struggled with one of the most traditional Marian devotions: the rosary. A year or so after my baptism, I picked up a pamphlet explaining how to do it, bought myself a lovely rosary at the parish bookshop, and settled down to embrace the devotion that countless saints and the most ardent Catholics in my life insisted was a “must” for anyone wanting to grow in holiness.

Except I hated praying the rosary. I found the whole thing pedantic and boring. My mind would inevitably wander. I could either focus on saying the prayers or meditate on the mysteries, but not both. And I could never get more than a few minutes into a rosary without being interrupted. (I even started getting up an hour before the kids, only to have them inexplicably wake up 10 minutes after I started praying. Can we say spiritual attack?)

So I put it aside for a while, trying again six months later. Yet I just couldn’t “get” the rosary the way I could novenas or litanies. I’d try every year or so, with the same effect. By the time I had been a Catholic for a full decade, I had a genuine, personal love for the Blessed Virgin, but the embrace of her most favored devotion still seemed to elude me. Apparently, the rosary was for those “other” Catholics, but not for me.

Then my 20-year marriage went through its worst trial ever as my husband began to experience severe depression as part of his post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). He told me he felt emotionally numb; when pressed, he admitted he saw me as nothing more than a really good friend. These are not the words a wife ever wants to hear and I was devastated.

Fortunately, my husband is a humble man and he agreed to get treatment for his conditions. Treatment for PTSD and depression isn’t a quick fix, however, and we both struggled for months in a most profound emotional and spiritual darkness. And there’s nothing like desperation to drive you to any and every devotion that might help.

Years earlier, a devout Catholic woman had told me she’d prayed the 54-day rosary novena for her Baptist husband to convert to the faith. She didn’t tell him she was praying for him; she just prayed and devoted each day’s rosary to his conversion. On Day 53, her husband called from work and casually informed her he’d decided to become Catholic. Today, both husband and wife are Third Order Dominicans and devoted godparents to our fourth child.

Remembering that story, I decided I had nothing to lose. So for 54 days in a row (I didn’t miss a single day) I slogged through the holy rosary and offered it for my husband’s healing. At first, I hit the same old stumbling blocks as before: boredom, mental distraction, interruptions. But I was desperate enough to persevere this time. By the time I finished the first half of the rosary, I’d prayed it every day for a month and the devotion had been transformed for me.

I actually looked forward to praying the rosary each day. I was better able to meditate on the mysteries while praying the Hail Marys, too. If I couldn’t sleep or found myself anxious, I’d start praying the rosary almost reflexively. I began to have beautiful insights about the events of Jesus’ life that I hadn’t had before.

I finished the entire 54-day novena. Three days later, my husband told me he’d been washing his truck when a strong sense of just how important I was to him flooded his soul. As more time passed, that feeling only grew for him, as he recovered from the depression and began to feel emotionally reconnected to me and our children. His PTSD symptoms also began to abate.

For a full year, he hadn’t been able to sleep at night. Some nights, he got no more than two hours’ sleep as the severe anxiety kept him wired and awake. A month after I finished the rosary, he was falling asleep on his own and sleeping all night. His recovery was nothing short of miraculous and I credit the Blessed Mother, of course. By God’s grace, our marriage emerged stronger for the trial.

The crisis in my marriage brought me to my knees and led me to a devotion I was sure wasn’t for me. Now, praying the rosary is simply an act of love that I do for a variety of causes. Right now, I’m praying for another family that needs a miracle as much as we did.

Whether you’re interested in overcoming your own difficulties with the rosary, are interested in praying the 54-day miraculous novena, or just want to make the rosary a regular devotion, I offer two aids:

  1. A list of tips for praying the rosary that can be found here.
  2. A chart to help you keep up with the 54-day rosary novena here.

I welcome any of you who are regular prayers of the rosary to share your tips in the comments section. What works for you, sisters and brothers?

Misty converted to Catholicism from atheism 13 years ago, just a week after becoming a mother to her first child. Prior to becoming a stay-at-home mom, she worked full-time as a magazine writer and editor. She has been married to her best friend for nearly 20 years and looks forward to many more decades by his side. Her days are now spent cooking, doing laundry, freelance writing, and homeschooling her five children. After spending so much of her life in spiritual darkness, she revels in the joy of being Catholic. Without a doubt, the Lord’s greatest gift to her has been saving her from a life without Him.
  • jmstalk

    My family prayed the Rosary when I was a young child, with all 13 kids gathered around my parents. Unfortunately, this did not continue into my adolescent years and it showed.

    Anyway, later in life I tried to start saying a daily Rosary again but it literally felt like someone was choking me. Every time I said the Rosary, I felt the tightness in my throat making it difficult to say the words. I persevered through this and eventually it stopped and saying the Rosary became the most natural thing in the world to me.

    Satan doesn’t want you to pray the Rosary.

  • EB

    I use the Catholic Devotions” Rosaries on You Tube to pray the rosary each
    night. The ones without music. I find it’s the best way to focus on the mysteries.

  • johnnysc

    That 54 day Rosary Novena was as much for you as your husband.

  • Peg

    There is so much about the Rosary I could share with you, but one little story is one of my favorites. I always share it with my 9th graders in Religious Education at my parish, where I teach “Prayer and the Saints”.
    My maternal grandmother was an immigrant from Lebanon in 1914. Her family was Maronite Rite Catholic. Maronites are in full communion with the church in Rome, and have always been especially devoted to the Blessed Mother. Throughout her difficult life, my grandmother prayed the Rosary. When I graduated from high school, her gift to me was a beautiful clear crystal rosary.
    Fast forward to about 15 years ago. My grandmother died, and at the wake, I knelt at her open casket to say good-bye. I saw that someone had arranged two crystal blue rosaries around and through her fingers. My first thought was a very selfish one. “I don’t have anything, any object, from her to keep in remembrance. Couldn’t I have had one of those rosaries?” But they were both buried with her, and I forgot it for a while.
    Sometime later, a good friend, a high school teacher, took a large group of students on an exchange program to Italy for 3 weeks. While she was gone, I helped her husband look after her young son. When she returned home, she ad a gift for me.
    Her entire group had attended a general audience with John Paul II. You have to know that my friend does not practice the Catholic faith of her birth, but that day, she had bought me a gift, and held it out when the Pope blessed objects at the end of his talk. Her gift to me was a crystal blue rosary. Out of the hundreds of gifts she could have chosen, she chose that one.
    My rosary is a constant gift. It ties me very gently, but so strongly to my family members who have gone before me to God praying their rosaries. When I pick it up, I remember Jesus saying, “Whenever two or more of you are gathered together, there I am in your midst.”