Praying with Mary through May: Comfort through the Ancient

Throughout the month of May, we will be sharing posts focused on journeying alongside the Blessed Virgin Mary.

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I had been a mom for just over a year, and as wonderful and beautiful as the year had been I still felt like I hadn’t found my mom sea legs. I was still catching my bearings and finding balance in this new season of life.

Anna and I were making the 40 minute drive home after a stressful week of work. A 70-hour week that  culminated in having to ask a friend to babysit my daughter at work on a Saturday.  I was utterly exhausted.

Anna fell asleep in the car and for once I let the car be still, turning off the typical noises from a radio, podcast, or cd. The car was silent. In that moment, I could feel the neediness of my heart. As I tried to form a prayer, my brain seemed to fail.

So I retreated to the words that I prayed before in the company of friends, but never felt like was “my style.” In the silence of my car on this crazy day, week, month, and year, the rosary was comfort like never before.

It was one of the first times the rosary was the perfect comfort, devotion, and prayer for the moment. It clicked. The words rolled off my tongue with ease, and suddenly there was peace. I used my fingers on the steering wheel to count the prayers. I felt like I was joining an ancient league of brave soldiers, all marching in unison while learning about holiness in the trenches and mountain tops of their vocation.

Our faith is a community. The trinity is God three-in-one, and we are encouraged to pray and know the love and mercy of God with our community here on earth, and with the community alive in heaven.

It was like sitting across a table that death could not divide.  I was chatting with the mother of Jesus, hearing the scriptural stories of her son growing, his ministry, and his ultimate sacrifice. I felt Mother Mary holding my hands and nodding in solidarity like a mother only could, pointing me toward all that is good and where rest could be found, her son.

Ancient and ritual prayers do not have to be stale, with your heart in the correct place, a prayer like the rosary, should be a truly contemplative prayer activated by our heart and body. There are many days where this prayer fills me with peace and there are days it feels like work. But I have faith that the power of prayer is not tied to what I feel in the moment.

Maybe this prayer doesn’t click with you right now, that is okay. Just give it a chance. Heed the words of Jesus on the cross, “behold your mother.” (John 19:27). Let yourself find comfort and peace in the habit of this prayer. One day it might just click.

“The ways of God are entirely different from our ways. To us it seems necessary to employ powerful means in order to produce great effects. This is not God’s method; quite the contrary. He likes to choose the weakest instruments that He may confound the strong: ‘God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong’ (1 Cor 1:27).” -Dom Columba Marmion

“You always leave the Rosary for later, and you end up not saying it at all because you are sleepy. If there is no other time, say it in the street without letting anybody notice it. It will, moreover, help you to have presence of God.” – St. Josemaria Escriva

Amy is one part adventurer, one part working mama and wife, and one part cookies. She writes about finding truth and joy in the everyday. This post originally appeared on The Salt Stories.

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