“Do you have to pray about what color socks to wear?”
If I felt the need to sure, why not? And I have no reason to believe that God wouldn’t reveal that to me.
After taking a shower and getting ready for midweek Bible study (occasion quite casual), I just felt I ought to wear an old jungle vest bearing my division patch from the '60s. I like it but don't wear it very often. But a guest came to the evening meeting, a young fellow currently serving in the Army, with which he identified. My grateful regards and thanks for his service and the recognition of mine got us smoothly off on the right foot to share some mutual experiences without having to wait otherwise for a long process of getting acquainted enough to be vulnerable enough to share in the Spirit and the Word.
My form of walking prayer, I guess. Get up and do it, praying as you go.
Just sayin'. I wear the socks that just feel right for the day, trusting in the Lord to make up for any misjudgment in style or color match, eh?