I like to use visualization when I pray. I don’t remember where I learned it, but somewhere along the line when I was in a particularly painful period I started putting myself to sleep by imagining God as a warm, pulsing glow of light and color. Kinda like the angels in A Wrinkle in Time, hovering in the space above me. Or, if that wasn’t working to comfort me I would picture God as a black woman with dreds. Whoopie Goldberg, in her Star Trek wise woman/bartender role. She would tell me jokes and laugh with her big goofy teeth showing. However much I was hurting and scared Whoopie God made me feel safe and loved and hopeful. Like my mother, God would rub my back and say soothing things. Sometimes God would sit in the rocking chair by the bed knitting and singing lullabies.