History of the Chaplet of Adoration
 
In 1995, my mother and fiancé died 45 days apart. During the final years of their illnesses, the intensity of daily care giving began to take its toll. I had been away from the Church for many years and had very few resources to keep me strong. As has happened to so many in those circumstances, I found myself before the Tabernacle begging for guidance and strength. I prayed every day that God would open His arms to my loves ones and take care of me when they were gone.

After they died, I no longer recognized my life. There was no future, nothing to live for. My only hope was to return to the Church in the hope that God would give me some kind of consolation, some kind of strength to go on. One night something happened that ultimately changed the course of my life. I was completely awake, unable to sleep, but strangely at peace. I felt compelled to draw a little rosary, not of the familiar decades, but of groups of 3 and 7 beads that totaled 33. It felt very natural to do this. Immediately after, three prayers came to my mind and I jotted them down. As quickly as that moment of peace came, it left. I put the drawing on a shelf and left it there for an entire year. Throughout that year the Holy Spirit never let me forget it.