I didn't start this journey as someone with perfect faith. I was making missionary rosaries but not praying them. I wasn't even attending church. Then the Blessed Mother used impossible text messages from a friend's pilgrimage to get my attention. She gifted me a rosary from Medjugorje, and my Italian grandmother – who I barely understood as a child – visited me in a dream, showing me with her hands how to "pray in tens."

That was just the beginning. Through workplace bullying that lasted five years, I learned humility not from books, but from crying out to God while climbing the rocky path up Cross Mountain in Medjugorje. Through painful disagreements that left me sitting in the pew during Communion, I discovered that sometimes reverance means waiting during Communion.

This isn't another rosary website with perfect prayers for perfect people. This is where faith meets the messiness of real life – and somehow, by God's grace, both are transformed.