There are moments when time feels as though it folds in on itself. Yesterday, sitting in adoration, I became aware of something deeper than memory. It was not just my own presence in that church, it was a shared presence. A thread drawing ever so gently through generations. I found myself thinking of my great grandmother, Mary Frances. How many times had she sat in that same sacred stillness? Am I sitting where she sat on those many occasions? How many whispered prayers had r