So, what's even more strange strange about this desire lately to mull things over with God, is that it has come at a time when I've been feeling myself grow in some ways very much away from traditional or mainstream Christian thought about things like the nature and person of Jesus (let's just throw a big one out there), God's activity and intervention in daily life, and even prayer. I'm believing less about the effectiveness of prayer while being drawn more into it, and MY GOD it feels good.
I'm not really satisfied yet with any particular prayer practice. I haven't been able to fall asleep in the evenings without spending time holding things and people and situations and feelings from my day in the light of God. I just do this with my thoughts while I curl up on my side and begin to drift off. I'm way over my 15 year old-me anxiety about falling asleep while praying. (I used to make myself do an old school kneel beside my bed to try to stay awake in those days, but I finally quit when I woke up one night 3 hours later flopped at the side my bed with really sore knees.) I'm OK with just holding up those things that need to be held until I am relaxed enough to rest.
On the RevGals Big Event I brought a journal I started (read: used twice) 4 years ago for Praying in Color, along with my box of fancy colored pencils. I am NOT an artist. I'm not even one of those artists who says she's not an artist who really is. I really do have no ability to takes ideas in my mind and visual represent them on paper. I'm OK with that. I'm not an artist, but I love my fancy colored pencils. Anyway, I played in that journal one day in a way that was new to me - - not writing down things in my mind and doodling around them as I prayed them, but sort of drawing and praying my way through a Scripture passage, a psalm - answering the questions the text asked explicity, listening for questions I heard it asking that weren't right there. It was a really cool experience I didn't try to create, but just sort of happened. I wonder if I can do it again.
I'm not sure where all this goes. I'm afraid I might end up to forcing it somewhere to try to fit it in some sort of official prayer "box." That would suck because I know it would kill it for me, but I also would love to nurture it and grow it because it has been so good. I'm afraid if I carve out time, like make appointments for myself, something of the blessing of the spontaneity will be lost and it wiil just die.
(Oh my GOODNESS, my enneagram 7 is SHOWING!!!)
I guess I'll just have to see. It's time to go to bed now, so maybe this is something I can pray on.