I have grown to love the Rosary. I didn't grow up loving it. I thought it was boring. I thought only old people said it. I couldn't see how God would want to listen to it. So, unless I was saying the Rosary as part of a religion class or in sacramental preparation, I didn't pray the Rosary.
But, over the years in one way or another I acquired Rosaries. I ended up with handsful of Rosaries, that I never prayed. Then one day about twenty years ago, I was in a tough spot. I was devastated. But, I had to pick myself up and try to go on. I decided that I would pray the Rosary or part of a Rosary because repeated prayer sounded pretty good and I thought, if anybody could understand my pain, it would be another woman, Mary. I would give it a shot.
The Rosary changed my heart and mind. It was nothing short of miraculous. I was led out of that tough place and into a place of grace. The only thing I "did" was pray the Rosary. I didn't read any self help books (which I am wont to do). I didn't tell anyone my pain. I didn't really do anything but pray that cycle of prayers that make up the Rosary and meditate on the mysteries through my pain.
The Rosary changed me. I have found that the Rosary is a prayer that I turn to in tough times. It gets me through. This month is dedicated to the Rosary, so I have been pulling out the beads and letting the mystery lead my through.