PostScript to my blog on rosary this morning
Now that Mom has read my blog on the rosary, I must tell you the whole story – as only a mother could (as we were just discussing in that blog). I guess my telling of it made us look like a holy family. I must confess, I had forgotten that the reason (when I was seven years old) that my grandmother told me “you are young and healthy … there is no reason you shouldn’t be on your knees every day saying a rosary” is that I was keeping everyone in the house awake with a flashlight I discovered when I would flash it in their eyes and make them watch the designs on the ceiling that I was making with it.
But nonetheless God writes straight with crooked lines and I came to love the rosary just as much as when the story looked more virtuous – maybe even more so because I realize I need the graces more!