It’s Wednesday morning. Glancing at the spiral bound planner before me, the word “PRAY” is penciled in for today. As 10:30 nears, I lift the magnet holding a piece of paper upon the fridge, grab the iPad and head on over to the kitchen table.

Upon bended knee she went one day with her head bowed in prayer. Never having seen the likes of it from this grandchild—sheer silence erupted as I watched on. Moments went by before she stood and the day went on as if nothing had happened.