Most mornings when I get ready for my day I have a pair of earrings in mind that I want to wear.  I am no organizer of said jewelry–I do not have racks or dividers or containers arranged by color or strand. No little holders for the hoops here and the studs there….

All of my earrings are dumped into a metal tin lid from an old Starbuck’s Christmas cookie container, turned upside down in my drawer. The loops, the hoops, the studs, the colors, the stones all mixed together.

I know exactly what I have in mind that will match what I’m wearing but well, obviously, it might take me a few moments to find them.

So I dump the container out on the bed. The jumbled pile of sparkly doo dads looks like an overwhelming mess; I am not deterred.

“Those things are so totally mixed up, how can you find anything?!” my husband mumbles.

Oh, I know exactly what I’m looking for–I’ll know it when I see it.

I’m sure the earrings I want are hidden somewhere in that mound; the only way to find them is to dig through the pile.

And then there they are–the copper wires with the bronze looking stone. Perfect. 
Just right….they were there all along.

Sometimes writing and praying can be like that.

When I sit with my journal open to write down what I hear as I read or pray, I don’t know what’s in my heart until the pencil or pen is on the paper and I begin to put words into sentences. 
I’m often surprised at the light the Holy Spirit shines this way– new discoveries in God’s Word, revelations about what’s in my heart, nudgings to pray, understanding about a problem or relationship–all because I’ve just started writing.

It’s like the thoughts are jammed up somewhere, waiting to be expressed. 

The physical action of writing brings them to light.

My random prayers are like that, too. I say random because I am SO not disciplined when it comes to prayer or Bible reading or journaling or anything else.

So….I most often pray when I get in my car or go for a walk. The way I’m wired, the movement triggers my brain to commune with God, as if I don’t really know what’s on my heart, until I actually start moving.

Either way–with jewelry or earrings, words to write or pray, sometimes it’s hard to know what I’m looking for. But once I see it or hear it or write it, they all ring true–they’re exactly what I was looking for all along.

How has God wired you to think and write and pray? 
I’d love to hear in the Comments.

Linking this reflection of Small Wonder with my friend and fellow blogger, Kelly Chripczuk, who hosts a Community of blogging Beauty Hunters at her site. 
And with Jennifer Lee for the Tell His Story link up.

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