Praying with Palms Up

“Heads bowed, hands together, eyes closed.” This was how we prayed, our seven-year old little bodies being trained in the ways of holiness. Also, at the end we said “Amen.” I wasn’t sure why we did any of those things, but I did know these were the words and posture of prayer. Prayer, if it […]

Breastfeeding and the Liturgy of the Hours

I am a doer, goer and to-do list extraordinaire. I buy post-it notes in 12 packs. Freshman year of college was the first time I met anyone who actually enjoyed sitting around doing nothing. Bursting into our dorm room to change clothes for an intramural soccer game before my study group and the floor party […]

Sometimes, Instead of Bread, I Ask God for Stones

I have a battered notebook that has been with me for so long that four of its pages date back to the birth of each of my sons. It is in this notebook that I write down the requests–big and small—and bring to God. Should our family take the adventure of a cross-country trip in […]

At the Wednesday Morning Ladies’ Bible Study

by Carla Funk | @carlafunk Even now, decades later, I can still see them in their circle of hardback wooden chairs, their heads bowed over the onionskin pages of the King James, those ladies of the Wednesday morning Bible study. In church-soft voices, they read aloud from Psalms and Proverbs, the prophets and epistles, following […]

Choosing to Trust God Again (And Again)

Sometimes something so very ordinary can speak to my heart in a very extraordinary way. This happened for me once again this morning as I washed and blow-dried my hair. Because I am a bit of a clean freak, I always set up the vacuum cleaner before I blow dry my hair so that I […]