Prayer Journal: The Sorrowful Mysteries of the Rosary

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By Isabel Crawford

I bless myself, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.  I recite the Apostles’ Creed, declaring my beliefs.  I begin my journey into Jesus’ Passion. 

The 1st Sorrowful Mystery: Jesus Prays in the Garden of Gethsemane

Our Father . . . Hail Mary . . . and I see myself in the garden.  The night is cool on my skin and only the light of the moon allows me to see Him.  He is on his hands and knees suffering and praying.  My heart breaks, and I find myself before Him. 

I fall to the ground and rest my forehead on His.  He takes on my sins, my offenses, my failures, and my ugliness.  He takes it all in love and sweats blood.  I am speechless as I see my Savior taking all the sins of humanity upon Himself, and all I can do is stay with Him. 

Glory be to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit . . .  

The 2nd Sorrowful Mystery: Jesus Is Scourged

I cannot take all the blood and the gruesome torture.  I hear Him.  His soft groans speak of the pain He feels throughout His body and deep within His soul.  I am on my knees behind the pole He is tied to because I cannot face the ugliness of my sin upon His body. 

All I can bear to behold are the hands of Jesus, tied and bound around the pole.  As He suffers, He takes my face in His hands.  He comforts me and loves me.  I weep while He holds my face.

Glory be to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit . . . 

The 3rd Sorrowful Mystery: Jesus Is Crowned with Thorns

The voices scream, “Crucify him! Crucify him!” They mock and laugh at Him.  He says nothing.  They pierce His head with thorns, and the evil around Him is suffocating. 

Down, flat on my face.  See me, Jesus.  You carry my sins upon You and die in my place; see me worshiping You.  You are my King.  See me here on the floor.  I adore You.

Glory be to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit . . . 

The 4th Sorrowful Mystery: Jesus Carries the Cross. 

I cannot take any more of this.  How could I have done this to Him?  My sorrow exhausts me.  I cannot go any further. 

My Mother, deep sorrow in her heart, places her arm around me.  She invites me to walk with her. 

When I cannot take the ugliness of Him falling to the ground, being whipped, and being spat upon, she lets me hide my face in her cloak, and we walk.

Glory be to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit . . . 

The 5th Sorrowful Mystery: Jesus Is Crucified. 

The pounding of the nails tears my heart in two.  My Mother lifts me to Him once they raise Him on the cross.  I lay my head on His chest as He suffers. 

Beloved Sacred Heart that has suffered for me, how can I love You? 

I hear Him speak, “Woman, behold your daughter . . . Daughter, behold your mother.”  My Mother takes me into her arms, and “It is finished.”

Glory be to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit . . .

. . . save us from the fires of hell and lead all souls to heaven, especially those in most need of Your mercy. 

Save me. 

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.


Isabel is enjoying the adventure, beauty and challenges of living out her vocation of marriage with her love, Steve, and their four children.  She works part time as a school psychologist and helps coordinate The Daughters of Mary women’s ministry.  In her free time she enjoys drinking hot coffee (with creamer), reading about five books simultaneously, and taking quiet walks outside. 

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Isabel Crawford

Isabel is enjoying the adventure, beauty and challenges of living out her vocation of marriage with her love, Steve, and their four children. She works part time as a school psychologist and helps coordinate The Daughters of Mary woman’s ministry. In her free time she enjoys drinking hot coffee (with creamer), reading about five books simultaneously, and taking quiet walks outside.