Do you ever find yourself using your fingers to count your Hail Marys, and then losing track?
Me too.
I usually say the Rosary one decade at a time, sprinkling it throughout my day as I putter along through whatever challenges I find myself facing. Because of this, I sometimes find myself adding an extra Hail Mary to whatever decade I’m contemplating.
This used to really bother me. Maybe, I’d think to myself, this is a sign that I should be sitting down and concentrating.
But perhaps, a small voice persists in my head, what you have planned and what actually happens aren’t as important as you think. God loves you, despite your imperfections. Could it be that it’s better to go through my day praying than it is to get sidetracked by an unrealistic expectation of perfection?
