Loretta Recites Her Daily Rosary

When the pale winter sun gently lifts creatures from their sleep, you are already awake, sorting in your mind this day's service. There are sons and daughter to consider, all fourteen of them, and grandchildren to bless, along with friends far and near, all of them people you hold dear. When you reach your chair and settle beneath a favorite blanket or two, your soul rejoices, and you are ready to recite your daily rosary, dedicating its grace to those people you hold dear. Your rosary lies coiled in its beads and chain, but springs into your hand. It is a small miracle in the morning, but greater ones are poised to happen. In a faraway cathedral, young nuns sometimes accompany you in their angelic voices. Or it is your private devotion which rises heavenward. You begin with the first of five "Our Father's", that primal prayer taught to humanity by God Himself to worship God Himself in the Mystery of the Trinity. The whole of Creation knows this prayer: "Thy Will be done on earth as it is in Heaven." All fate, all fortune, all destinies are contained within the Will of God, and the Grace of Heaven descends on those you hold dear who accept this divine truth in their hearts even as they receive the benefits of your prayers. Is this not the larger miracle? That your daily prayer rises to Heaven and then spills back to earth with blessings for everyone you love. When you recite the repeated "Hail Mary's", the Mercy of God, embodied in His beloved Mother, descends to earth like a perfect summer day in the depth of winter. Do not call this a miracle. It is merely the blessed result of your natural prayer and Heaven's grace.