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I came to the Rosary, and really, to Mary, during the white-knuckled medical stresses of my first pregnancy. Prior to that, I always went to Jesus in prayer for help. My small mind reminded me that Jesus never had a baby. What I needed was some “girl talk”; I longed for a strong feminine connection.Read the rest here.
I’m only guessing, but I think Jesus used that opportunity to introduce me to his mother.
A woman who was a little older than me, and about 10 years into parenting, befriended me, and spoke to my angst about motherhood. A mother of three, she gently encouraged me to look to Mary for help and example. I was so low and so sick from perpetual “morning” sickness that I couldn’t muster a reason to argue.
I daily opened Nana’s pretty metal box and desperately prayed those Rosary prayers. They were a lifeline thrown to me in a drowning sea.