Hobbies That Feel Like a Prayer
This post may contain affiliate links which means I may receive a commission for purchases made through links. I will only recommend products that I have personally used.
I don’t always have the words to pray.
Some days whisper for patience. Other days invite rest.
But I’ve learned that God still meets me, even when words don’t come.
He meets me in the quiet. In ordinary moments. In simple things that slow me down enough to stay present.
I still pray. And sometimes, God meets me again in the simple things I do with my hands.
Journaling
Sometimes words spoken aloud aren’t enough, or maybe they’re too scattered to make sense. Journaling gives your heart a quiet space to lay itself bare before God. Each line becomes a conversation, each page a sanctuary where gratitude, questions, and reflections meet His presence. It’s more than writing; it’s listening, resting, and letting God shape your thoughts as you pour them onto paper. If you’d like to try journaling in a similar way, view the journal
Pottery
Clay has a way of asking for my attention.
It responds to pressure, gentleness, and timing. If I rush it, it collapses. If I stay with it, it forms.
Pottery becomes a quiet reminder: I don’t have to force everything. Some things are shaped slowly.
Coloring & Painting by Number
These don’t ask me to decide. They don’t ask me to create something impressive.
They let my hands move while my mind rests.
Sometimes prayer is simply letting your nervous system exhale.
Scent Journaling
Scent brings me back into my body.
It pulls me out of my thoughts and into the present moment.
Noticing how something smells. Writing it down. Staying with it.
It feels like awareness. And awareness feels a lot like prayer.
Felting & Puzzles
Piece by piece, I return to this moment, here with God.
They keep me where my feet are. Not in the past. Not in the future.
Just here.
Baking
Measuring. Mixing. Waiting.
You can’t rush it. You can’t skip steps.
Baking reminds me that some things unfold in their own time, and that waiting can still be holy.
A Gentle Truth
Prayer doesn’t always sound like words.
Sometimes it looks like presence. Like staying. Like choosing simplicity and stillness.
God doesn’t only meet us in quiet rooms and folded hands.
He meets us in clay. In color. In scent. In the small moments that help us breathe.
And maybe that’s enough for now.