The Rosary Stories

Hello and welcome to The Rosary Stories page. This page is dedicated to the amazing or unexplained events that people have experienced due to praying the rosary, or amazing things that have happened to the beads themselves. This page is only possible because people have generously contributed these stories to me. Everyone who visits is encouraged to contribute a rosary story of their own. My only condition is that you try to put your experience in the shortest form possible. This is for two reasons: 1) the shorter the story, the more likely people who visit the page will read it. 2) the shorter the story, the more different ones I can add to this page. There is an email link at the bottom of the page that you can use to send me your story, I will try to include as many as I can. Please remember to proofread your stories, I will try to catch as many mistakes as I can, but some slip by. Your stories will not be used for any other purpose than display on this page. Please make yourself at home here.

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15 Promises of Mary to Those Who Recite the Rosary

From the Pieta Prayer Book:
1. Whoever shall faithfully serve me by the recitation of the rosary shall receive signal graces.
2. I promise my special protection and the greatest graces to all those who shall recite the rosary.
3. The rosary shall be a powerful armor against hell. It will destroy vice, decrease sin, and defeat heresies.
4. It will cause virtue and good works to flourish, it will obtain for souls the abundant mercy of God; it will withdraw the hearts of men from the love of the world and its vanities, and will lift them to the desire of eternal things. Oh, that souls would sanctify themselves by this means.
5. The soul which recommends itself to me by the recitation of the rosary shall not perish.
6. Whoever shall recite the rosary devoutly, applying himself to the consideration of its sacred mysteries, shall never be conquered by misfortune. God will not chastise him in Hi justice, he shall not perish by an unprovided death; if he be just he shall remain in the grace of God, and become worthy of eternal life.
7. Whoever shall have a true devotion for the rosary shall not die without the sacraments of the Church.
8. Those who are faithful to recite the rosary shall have during their life and at their death the light of God and the plenitude of His graces; at the moment of death they shall participate in the merits of the saints in paradise.
9. I shall deliver from purgatory those who have been devoted to the rosary.
10. The faithful children of the rosary shall merit a high degree of glory in heaven.
11. You shall obtain all you ask of me by the recitation of the rosary.
12. All those who propagate the holy rosary shall be aided by me in their necessities.
13. I have obtained from my Divine Son that all the advocates of the rosary shall have for intercessors the entire celestial court during their life and at the hour of death.
14. All who recite the rosary are my sons, and brothers of my only Son, Jesus Christ.
15. Devotion of my rosary is a great sign of predestination
[Given to St. Dominic and Blessed Alan) Imprimatur +Patrick J. Hayes, DD., Archbishop of New York]

Learn the Rosary

It has been passed down through several generations that if you fall asleep while praying your rosary, the angels above will finish it for you.

Years ago, I developed a great love of the Rosary, and began making Rosaries. I made some really beautiful ones to give to loved ones as gifts, and prayed the Rosary as I made them. However, they kept breaking unexplainably. I was almost beginning to wonder if God was trying to tell me something, that He didn't want me praying the Rosary. I prayed for a sign. I said, if I am to continue praying the Rosary please let someone give me one today. (After all I'd made had broken, I had none to pray on.) That day I was going to my sister's house and my sisters and I were going to drive to San Francisco to a Catholic bookstore there. I'd been on the road less than five minutes when I saw the car in front of me had a bumper sticker. Being a big fan of them, I sped up to read it. It said "Pray the Rosary." When I got to my sister's house, my other sister had also just arrived. She said she had some things for me: a Bible, a Rosary, and a Rosary ring. Don't you just love signs?? :)
---Christina

Well, I got this job 2 1/2 years ago and 3 others were hired along with me for the same department. We all went together to California for 6 weeks of training. On one Sunday, I invited one of the guys (a vehemently anti-Catholic Southern Baptist whose dad is a VERY, VERY anti-Catholic Baptist minister in Texas) to go with me -- he did. After Mass he said, "I love ya Deb, but I WILL NEVER become a Catholic". Well, a few months later he became very, very sick. He was in the hospital for awhile, and since I make rosaries, I thought I would send him one -- along with instructions. I said in the note, "I know you don't believe in this stuff, but I made this especially for you out of olive wood from Bethlehem." And he accepted it and hung it on his bedpost after he got out of the hospital. Again, a few months later, he became an Episcopalian. BIG JUMP from Southern Baptist. He was on the way!! He was officially confirmed and uses holy water and other previously forbidden things! Pretty close to Catholic, but not quite close enough. Two days ago, he came to me and asked, "Deb, what do I have to do to be confirmed in the Catholic Church? My mouth dropped open and I couldn't even speak! After I gathered my wits about me I told him, and the next day I proceeded to give him Karl Keating's book, "What Catholics Really Believe". He is very, very sick again with degenerative kidney disease, so I think he's probably seriously thinking about his mortality. Anyway, isn't that just really cool? I truly believe Our Lady had a hand in this through a simple wooden rosary (incidentally he did learn how to pray it, but still has trouble with the "Mary stuff" - he will understand in time - God's time!)
Deb L.

My mom and dad's prayers I will credit until I see God face to face. But, God has a wonderful sense of humor at times. My mother went to visit her sister (they were raised separately and are now finally getting to be wonderful sisters and friends) and her sister Helen, showed her rosary beads that had turned gold. Apparently, someone had given her a stone from Medjugorje. She would put her rosary next to it on her bedside every night. One morning it was gold. My mom was surprised because she had identical rosary beads. The were rather unique, they were about 40yrs old and had a drop of water from Lourdes in the center. When my mom got hers out they were gold too. In the course of the next week two of my mom's friends rosary turned gold. I had asked for mine back from my mom about 2 months earlier, but I had slacked of and put them asside. I guess I was being a smart aleck but I figured that if everyone's was gold why couldn't mine be too. WELL, after about 10 minutes of looking for them I let out a scream and started shaking, mine were gold too. It took me another year to make it back to the church, but I truly believe that this was God's sign to get going. I would have never noticed mine were gold if I hadn't see the others. In peace and love,
Kathleen

Something I want to share with you. The night before last I was having trouble sleeping..had a terrible sore throat and was upset and mad because I'm a singer with some big jobs coming up this weekend. I grabed my rosary and before I finished, my throat was no longer sore! It's been two days now and I feel great.

Well, I was speaking to a friend about some difficulties with behavior in our home and she suggested that when the kids are really getting out of hand, I should drop to my knees and use the weapon I've been given (she does this and it works well for her). So one day I actually remembered to do this before losing my temper and the reaction was something else. They just stopped and watched me and then were apologizing to me and each other. Later the same day, I did it again and my son jsut left the room mumbling about why I had to go and do that again. It seems he cannot yell at me when I'm praying! Also, a couple of times when we've gone to start our family rosary, the kids started behaving badly (always around prayer time!) and where I would have normally tried to convince them to behave properly and ended up in a long drawn out battle, my husband and I went right ahead and started praying it loudly. Within seconds they not only stopped their fighting but had joined in quietly without us even saying anything. These may not be amazing stories like some people have, but in our house they are miracles in their own right. Not only does it bring immediate peace, but it shows our children that we ant they always have somewhere to turn when the going gets to tough. The first time it had this affect I was completely overwhelmed by the power of it -- now when it happens I send of a prayer of praise to Almighty God and Mother Mary for giving me something I can carry around in my pocket and use to fight the battles which are far beyond my own strength.

few years back, a group of us wanted to recite the Rosary after Mass and the request was not quite denied, but the pastor put it on the back burner. Later I asked permission and it was granted only after daily Mass not on Sunday. There were only a small group of us maybe 5 or so. The first time I led the prayers and was so happy that we could pray the Rosary in church. While in the middle of saying the Rosary, I caught sight of my hands and they had gold flecks on them. I looked again and it was as if I had gold sparkles on them. After the Rosary was finished the gold was gone. Thought it was my imagination. Then on Mother's day at another church, it happened again, and this time a few folks saw it. What a nice Mother's day present! Another time, I was at a Cenacle prayer meeting and I had my plastic Rosary with me, it happened again and everyone saw it. When I taught HS CCD at my old parish, I told the kids that if they wanted to begin 15 minutes earlier than class was scheduled, we would pray the Rosary. It was not an obligation and I did not make it a big deal. Everyone showed up! Kids are always teaching me what is important and what is not!

Here's my Rosary story. I have a rosary that is over 100 years old. It was made by my Great Aunt when she was 15 and in the novitiate for the Benedictines. This rosary is an old friend and we've been through much together. In college one of the girls on my dorm floor ran away with an abusive guy. Her father was frantic, wondering what happened and if she left of her own free will. I gave him the rosary, even though he wasn't Catholic. I said, I have a feeling praying this will bring her home. Two years later I was at a ministry program at a Catholic hospital near the college when I heard someone calling my name. It was the girl who'd been the Resident Assistant at the dorm. She had my rosary. The girl had come home safe and sound six months after the incident. Her boyfriend got off drugs and became a Christian. He was the one who told her to go home. She had married her high school sweetheart and was doing well....And my rosary came home.

When I was less than 2 years old my mother was still working. I had gotten sick and was getting worse. The doctors didn't know what was wrong and I just kept getting worse. My mother was heart sick and told some people at work about her sick little girl. A man gave my mother a rosary. He knew she wasn't Catholic but told her if she wouldn't pray the rosary to please at least give it to me. My mother did not pray the rosary but put it under my pillow that night. In the morning I was fine! I am a convert. One of the things that attracted me to the Catholic faith has been a fascination with rosaries. It started when I was just a kid -- before I knew this story. I bought a rosary and prayer booklet (also before I knew the story) when I was in high school and used to pray it daily -- without my parents knowledge, of course. I have trouble sleeping now. Medications prescribed by my doctor leave me druggy feeling the next day. I am also frequently plagued by nightmares that wake me up and keep me shivering the rest of the night. I've found that praying the rosary before I go to sleep gives me a natural, deep sleep -- without nightmares.
Christine

My father was always a very spiritual man, even through all of his suffering. He was a very sick man with a chronic heart condition. He never complained about his sickness and managed to live a Holy life up until his death. He offerd his illness for "poor sinners" and his family. Some referred to him as a Saint on earth, or as a victim soul. I remember how sorry he felt for Jesus in reference to his suffering on the cross. And how bad he felt for Our Lord because so many denied Him. My father prayed the 15 decade Rosary everyday, until his death. He not only prayed one rosary, but as many as he could. I often remember him praying the rosary in the back yard when I was younger. He also had a great devotion to the Divine Mercy. The day my father died I walked into his apartment and noticed the picture of Divine Mercy hanging on his wall in the livingroom. I gave Dad this picture years ago because he liked it so much. But this day, the picture seemed different to me. Something inside told me to take this picture and hang it in Dads bedroom, that Jesus was going to come as the Divine Mercy and take my Dad to Heaven. This feeling came over,and lasted only a few seconds. I thought to myself, "this is crazy." But I could not get this out of my mind. So, i proceeded into my Dad's room with the Divine Mercy picture and hung it on the wall right next to his hospital bed and didn't think anything more about it. Dad was unable to communicate anymore, he justed starred at the wall, directly at the Divine Mercy picture. My Dad was slipping away. The family and I decided to call Dad's parish priest. Fr. B came to Dads apartment to give last rights. Father B asked if the family wanted to pray the Rosary, it was around Midnight. We were able to pray the Rosary around Dads bed. It was a beautiful experience. We all remarked to eachother what a wonderful experience this was. About a half hour later my Dad died in peace. He had a very peaceful look as he passed on. I was talking with my Uncle and cousin about a half hour after my Dad died. They were there as well to witness my fathers death, and to pray for him. My Uncle than asked me, "Can your eyes deceive you?" I replied, "I guess they could" Than I asked Him what he saw. He then said, "Nothing, don't worry about it." I was than prompted to say, "I know exactly what You saw and I'm gonna tell you so that You believe it." I told him (my UNCLE) that he saw Jesus come out of the Divine Mercy picture and take my Dad to Heaven. When I said this, my Uncles mouth almost feel off. He asked me how I knew what he saw. He said that exactly when my Dad died, he looked up at the Divine Mercy picture on my Dads wall. He went on to say that the wall behind the picture disappeared as well as the frame of the picture. He than saw Jesus come out of the wall and go to my Dad. Jesus than went back to the wall and the picture reappeared with its frame as did the wall. My Dad was led to Heaven by Jesus. I truely believed my Uncles account. In that I knew something was up before and that my Uncle is a very skeptical man about supernatural things. To make a long story short, after the funeral the Funeral Director gave me Dads Rosary and The Cross he wore. Dad had these items in the casket with Him for the Wake. I had requested that these items be returned following services. When i returned home I decided to open the pouch with Dads Rosary and Cross. As soon as I opended the pouch I smelled a very strong scent of roses. I started looking around the house and wondered where the beautiful smell was coming from. Finally, I realized that the smell was coming from the Rosary and Cross. First I thought maybe it was the pouch. I asked my wife to smell the items. She noted that she also smelled roses but it was faint to her. I decided to wash the items, I think with rubbing alcohol. The scent became even stronger after this. I immediately called my brother and told him about it. My brother and sister were also able to smell the scent of roses on Dads rosary and Cross. The scent was very strong and lasted for approximatley 2 weeks. The weird thing about it was, no one else was able to smell the Roses except for Dads children. We all firmly believe that this was a true sign from our Dad that he was alright. God allowed him to relay this message to us with the smell of roses on his Rosary and Cross. What a wonderful gift this was for us, and continues to be. My Dad always loved the Rosary and meditating on Jesus on the Cross. I think what we have to remember from this experience is the importance of the Rosary, and the relationship that Jesus on the Cross has with the Rosary. Dad taught us well in his life time and even after his death. What a blessing this is for us. The other day when my family and I went to the Cemetary to say some prayers, i again smelled the same roses. Thanks Dad. I hope that this is what your looking for to post on your Web site. I know that it is a rather long story but i wanted to share it with others. THis story does not only deal with the Rosary, but my Dads devotion to the Divine Mercy, and the Cross. Thank you for the opportunity and God bless.
Rick R.

Prior to our entrance into the Catholic Church through RCIA in 1991 my mother, sister and I had felt very drawn to the Blessed Virgin and to devotions honoring her. Fortunately a very devout lady, Virginia Peterson took us under her wing and lent us many spiritual books and shared many beautiful devotions with us one of which was the Rosary. Virginia explained to us how important it was to pray the Rosary everyday as our Lady had made this request herself. I found the Rosary quite a challenge and was a bit put off at first by the length of the prayer. However, I soon found that there was a beautiful peace, the feeling of a mothers embrace that came into my heart with each "Hail Mary". Soon the three of us found ourselves attending the parish Rosary groups and we prayed the scriptural Rosary together at home every night. About a month before we were to enter the Church that Easter of 1991 my mother became ill. At first it was just a sore throat and a bit of coughing but it was not long before this developed into a fever that would not be controled and weakness that put my normaly active mother on the couch. Medication did nothing for her and the situation only seemed to worsen. Worry was quickly being overtaken by fear. No one knew what was wrong or what to do. Mother now spent most of her time sleeping and no longer prayed with us so I decided one night that I would pray my Rosary as I knelt beside her and offer my prayers for her asking Jesus that if it be His Will, to please heal my mother. I started to make the sign of the Cross on her forehead before beginning my Rosary but I was afraid to do it, not knowing if a lay person was allowed to, so I decided I better not and settled down to pray. About half way through mother became restless and sweat began to pour off of her. I closed my eyes and prayed harder for fear she was becoming sicker, fighting the many distractions that kept coming into my mind trying to interrupt my prayer. When I was finished I looked up. Mother was still asleep. About an hour later I went in to check on her and she was wide awake. I asked her how she felt and she replied that she felt quite a bit better. She told me that while she was sleeping her chest became very hot and she was so uncomfortable that she woke up and when she opened her eyes she saw a figure bending over her dressed in grey and she felt a finger making the Sign of the Cross on her forehead. She said she was sweating so much that she could hear a squishing noise as the Cross was being made. She thanked me for blessing her. When I told her I had not done anything except pray the Rosary for her she insisted that it had to have been me as I had a grey bathrobe. I hadn't even gotten ready for bed yet and had been wearing my jeans. I also told her that I had WANTED to make the Sign of the Cross on her forehead but had been afraid that perhaps I shouldn't. It was then that we realized that "someone" had come and done it for me as I prayed though I saw nothing. Within two days mother was up and at things as usual a little weak from her extended illness, but she was well again through the intercession of our Lady!
Jeanene

I went to Medjugorje in June 1991. On the bus trip from the Dubrovnik airport to the town, someone's rosary turned gold. I'm not sure why now, but for some reason I didn't want my rosary to turn. I guess I was trying not to need a sign or to see a sign. When we got to town, I bought a rosary like many of the residents carry - made of cord and wood. I was going to make it as hard as I could for God to turn this gold! Of course it didn't do anything and on the trip home, I became somewhat depressed when my husband's turned. I was really into giving God a hard time! I had picked up some Medjugorje medals comemmorating the 10th Anniversary to pass along to my friends and family. Having a spare one left, I decided to put it on my cord rosary. I stopped giving much thought to ever having a gold link in my rosary. A few months later, I attended a special Mass for the Fatima Blue Army. Afterwards they prayed the Sorrowful Mysteries to be followed by Benediction. I think I prayed like I never had before. St. Joseph's Church in Shelbyville had these beautiful pillars that had splashes of red on them and I just really focused on them during the Scourging or the 2nd Sorrowful Mystery. After we finished praying, we did the St. Louis D Montfort Consecration to the Blessed Virgen Mary. I was looking at my medal and saw part of it change right before my eyes! I was so pleased but felt so small. I had been trying to manipulate God and He just wanted to help my faith. I also had to laugh because like any willful child, I had to be allowed to try it my way until I would let my Loving Father show me what I needed and what was best for me.
Tamara S.