Praying a mystery daily …
I have been waiting for the "The Rosary Series." Thanks to you Lord for inspiring my brothers & sisters at Paradisus Dei (Mark Hartfiel) and The Ministry of the Wild Goose. I am thrilled to share with you the first episode. Full series will be released this Lent at www.therosaryseries.com
How did I get into praying the Rosary daily?
It started in November 2014, and I love entering this mystery daily. This is my story.
A week after the funeral of my dad, I sat with Father Jean-Michel Monconthour for grief counseling and guidance. Our conversation was peaceful and filled with hope. At one point, Father said, “As sad as you are, remember that your daddy will be in your heart forever. He will always love you. But today, he is handing you over to your heavenly father.”
I did not grasp the depth of those words, but they inspired to continue to turn to God for comfort, consolation, strength, and peace. In reality, the Lord drew me to Him.
I loved holding my rosary throughout the day, listening to Jesus Culture and Christian teachings, and spending time with my mother. I enjoyed spending hours alone in my bedroom in front of my computer.
But, one day, my friend Yanice encouraged me to get out of parents’ house to change my mind and exercise. The following day, I decided to follow her advice. I got up early in the morning. I put on my workout clothes. I grabbed my rosary and headed to the nearby golf course. When I arrived, it was dawn. I was alone. I liked the fresh air, the dew on the grass, the peaceful scenery, and the quiet moment. That 60-hectare (150 acres) golf course had always provided great, scenic, and convenient trails to joggers before sunrise or sunset.
For two hours, I walked around the golf course while praying the Rosary, listening to spiritual music, and observing nature. Halfway through my walk, an overwhelming feeling of sadness filled my heart and spirit. But something special happened. It rained for two to three minutes. I paused in silence and contemplation. Then a magnificent rainbow covered the hills. This moment cheered my soul.
That profound and uplifting experience washed my tears away. Deep in my heart I knew God looked down on me. He was asking me to hold his hands, stay hopeful, trust Him, and follow Him.
That experience cheered me up. Amid nature and silence, I had found peace, healing, joy and hope. I felt God's desire to connect with me. So I walked again the next day. The walk gave meaning to my days. It became my new habit. And I practiced it every morning for two months.