An provocative paragraph on self-reflection from Richard J. Foster’s book on Prayer:

“One summer I went outside each evening at about 10:00 P.M. to the little basketball court we had set up in our driveway. Alone, I would shoot baskets, all the time inviting God to do a spiritual inventory on the day. Many things would surface to memory. Sin was there to be sure: an angry word, a missed courtesy, a failed opportunity to encourage someone. But there was also the good: a small obedience, a quiet prayer that seemed to do so much, a word fitly spoken. It was for one summer only, and I have never tried to repeat the experience, but it was one way of experiencing the examen of consciousness.”