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"The family that prays together stays together." - Venerable Patrick Peyton
Catholic Motherhood | My Rosary Story | peace | pray the rosary
When a friend suggested adding the Rosary to her day, Laura Vazquez Santos found a spiritual lifeline. My mornings used to begin with noise (well, they kind of still do, but the ensuing panic that normally followed has since been calmed). It was not just the noise of children — though that was part of it — but the noise of worry, to-do lists, and self-criticism. I’d scroll through my phone, gulp down coffee, and start the day already anxious. Then a friend challenged me to pray the Rosary daily. “I don’t have time,” I laughed (and, I admit at this time, I wasn’t fostering time in prayer or my faith as seriously as I should have). But something about her calm, peaceful demeanor stuck with me. I thought to myself ... well, I guess I have already tried mindfulness practices and other ‘techniques’ to keep my anxiety at bay before, so why not prayer?
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My Rosary Story | catholic family life | pray the rosary | road trip
When her family is trapped together for hours on end during road trips, Maria Riley uses the time to pray together. We are a family of six with no family living in the same state as us, which means we are a road-tripping family! Every year, we take at least two road trips, and sometimes more, depending on holiday schedules. Visiting extended family is a priority, and driving is the most affordable way to do so. Each day we spend in the car traversing this beautiful country is not complete until we’ve prayed a Rosary.
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Living the Faith | My Rosary Story | family prayer
The day had finally arrived. It was Sunday, May 18, 1997—my First Communion. When I got out of bed, I found my grandmother in the kitchen. Grandma was already dressed for church, preparing the last of her chicken salad sandwiches and arranging boxes of pastry onto the dining room table. She had been awake since 6:00 a.m. making sure everything was prepared for when the family arrived after Mass. When she saw me, I was shooed out of the kitchen, and back into my bedroom where my mother had just laid out my First Communion dress and veil.
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