Sarah Reinhard

By Sarah Reinhard

When Sarah Reinhard set off in her life as a grown-up, she had no idea it would involve horses, writing, and sparkly dress shoes. In her work as a Catholic wife, mom, writer, parish employee, and catechist, she’s learned a lot of lessons and had a lot of laughs. She’s online at snoringscholar.com and is the author of a number of books.

The Promise of Mary, Star of the Sea

The Promise of Mary, Star of the Sea

Our Lady of Consolation Meets Us Where We Are

Our Lady of Consolation Meets Us Where We Are

Five Ways Your Family Can Honor Mary in May

Five Ways Your Family Can Honor Mary in May

Advent with the Mother of God

Advent with the Mother of God

As Our Lady of the Rosary, Mary smiles at me the same way I smile at my six-year-old struggling to learn to spell words and write sentences. She was given the title after appearing to Saint Dominic in 1208 in a church in Prouille, France. Later, in 1571, Pope Pius V declared a feast in honor of Our Lady of the Rosary because of the miraculous win of the battle of Lepanto. He had asked Christians to pray the rosary for a win. The odds didn’t look good: the Turkish fleet should have been guaranteed to win —they had killed nearly all the men defending the Malta fortress. Pius V sent his fleet out to meet the enemy, even as the prayer warriors pleaded for Mary’s prayers by way of the rosary, and, incredibly, they won. This story, which has the feel of a legend, makes me think of the power of prayer, and especially of the rosary. It’s so easy to take it for granted, to see it as just one of many things I should be doing. Prayer was an area that was particularly interesting to me as a new Catholic. I was comforted by one prayer in particular: the Hail Mary. When I couldn’t find the words to ask for comfort, to look for guidance, to thank God for his generosity, the Hail Mary waited as a 41-word answer, a prayer easily remembered and poetically appealing. I learned it with a rosary in my hand during a difficult time in my family. I sat on the bed in my apartment, awkwardly holding the beads and squinting down at a prayer booklet. I felt like I was failing at a new sport at first: I lost count on every decade and found myself mentally wandering off even though I was unfamiliar with the prayers and was trying to remember what mystery I was supposed to be meditating. I spent a number of years with an on-again, off-again relationship with it. I’d be “on”when there was a burning intention in my life. I’d pop in the rosary tape a friend had given me and do the prayer equivalent of treading water. I’d be “off”when I was just fed up with my own failure with the logistics or when I thought I was too busy to handle it. I had a devotion to Mary; I just needed to learn the prayer better. The rosary has a rhythm to it, but, like riding a bike, it took me a lot of practice to get past the point of knowing what to do, in order to reach the point of letting go and really giving it to God. What I found, through the years, is that there was a hand helping me, encouraging me, patting me on the back. The rosary became a support I’d use during difficult times, long drives, or sleepless nights. I didn’t start trying to pray it daily until after the birth of my first child. Something about seeing that small face, knowing what I hoped was not in store for her through her journey through life, feeling so very blessed to hold her in my arms…all of it coalesced into a fire inside me, one that demanded action. Of course I would pray for my child and the world. How could I not? The only prayer that seemed right was the rosary. I was imperfect and distracted in my praying, but though I wavered between praying it daily and giving up on it every so often, I learned it. I learned it intimately, in my heart. The mysteries each became a step I took with a good friend, a journey through my Savior’s life while I held His mother’s hand. And I failed. Oh, how I failed. I’d try to keep track on my fingers and lose count, adding an extra Hail Mary or not saying enough. I’d get distracted and just forget to finish it. I’d feel overwhelmed by the time commitment and just give up, not praying it at all. Shouldn’t it be the most important thing I do? Shouldn’t daily prayer be at the top of my list, instead of tacked on at the end? Shouldn’t I feel as excited to spend time with God as He is to spend time with me? In the rosary, I find myself going to a place that’s a common ground for both of us, God and I. He was there, in those mysteries, and He’s still there. Mary walks with me as I pray, turning what could be rote and repetitive into a way to keep my easily distracted mind occupied and open to the touch of grace. Is it enough just to pray? Yes, it is, especially when I’m holding on to Mary’s hand through the rosary.

Why the Rosary Is My Most Important Prayer

The Silent Example of Our Lady of Knock

The Silent Example of Our Lady of Knock

Mary the Gardener: Reflecting on Our Lady of Mount Carmel

Mary the Gardener: Reflecting on Our Lady of Mount Carmel

Mary, My Guide to Understanding God’s Mercy

Walk With Mary in the New Year

Why I Turn to Mary in the Third Week of Advent

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