When I was a child, I can remember that when the family would take a road trip, we would begin by saying the rosary. I probably didn’t appreciate it at the time, but it was meaningful enough for me to do the same as an adult. Today when my parents and I got in the car, my mom got out the rosary and we started praying. She leads the prayers, my dad reads the mysteries, and he and I respond to the prayers. It is comforting and enjoyable among the craziness that can be in the city and on the highways. And we are always grateful when we reach our destination safely.
I Found God today praying with my parents.