not my knees
not my clasped hands or bowed head
not my whispering lips
In seminary, I actually took a class on praying. It was designed, at least from my perspective, to keep we who studied so much about God focused or refocused on actually being in conversation with God.
We were to dedicate a set time on a regular basis for prayer. After several ‘experiments’, I found that I prayed best – with the most focus and least wandering-mind disease, while walking. So I would walk home from class, about a 3-4 miles, and pray. It was a wonderful time.
Prayer walks, labyrinths*, moving about the house, hanging the clothes out to dry, these are the postures where I am most aware of my encounters with God.
Yep, I have to say, when it comes to praying, it’s all in the feet.
*I think little kids ‘get’ the point of the labyrinth at McDowell best. When asked what we just did, one shouted, “We prayed with our feet!” Now whenever Kid’s Klub takes a labyrinth walk, we all shout, “Let’s go pray with our feet!” Summer is our favorite, when we can actually feel the grass on our bare toes.