For many years, one of my favorite prayers has been the Rosary. Recently I find I’m especially drawn to it when traveling. I’m not sure why, but when packing for a trip, I always remember to grab my Rosary. Sometimes it’s hard to know how to pray, and the rhythm and consistency of the Rosary puts me at ease. There’s also something about having the Rosary in my hand that helps me to pray. Sure it’s only a small bead rolling between my fingers, but I’m aware, and surprised at the security this gives me. It reminds me that there is something solid to put my hope in today, even if I feel shaky.