Creativity is one of my gifts. However, creatively finding time to spend with God sounds almost like an oxymoron. I think we conjure up in our minds ideas about how we have to be disciplined in our time with God. It involved perhaps reading through the Bible in a systematic way. Or perhaps your tradition dictates certain prayers at certain times of the day.
I've done that. I've used a "daily office" book to bring discipline to my life. I plan to do it again this year for Lent. Having no grown up in a church that observed Lent, I rather enjoy it. If I had done it all my life, I might not. Here is a source on line for the prayers and readings for right now. I've found this to be a wonderful way to focus on God.
I also have discovered a little book by a Spanish Catholic names Francois Fenelon named Letting Go. I like it because I can read an entry in a few minutes and amazingly, it always seems to touch my soul when I do.
Frankly, in many ways I am a pretty undisciplined follower. I took Spiritual Formation at the seminary and realized that I fell far short in the idea of spiritual discipline. I really have no excuse other than I am lazy.
However, I think of sermon I preached one time. I've always been puzzled by the scripture to pray without ceasing (1 Thessalonians 5:17). The Bible also tells us to prayer everywhere, all the time, about everything. If we give that a ritualistic understanding, we probably should be in a monastery or convent. Sometimes I think that I'd like that, but since God hasn't called me to that lifestyle, I have been perplexed as to how to do that - especially as "undisciplined" as I am.
In this sermon, I preached on The Lord's Prayer, The Our Father... I realized that while this is prayer it is also a prescription for a lifestyle. While it may be a cop out for my lack of discipline, I try to live a lifestyle that keeps in constant communication with God. I remember that He is with me at all times, in all places. My heart can and often does stay in constant communication with Him. Kind of reminds me of the old song: And He walks with me and He talks with me - and He tells me I am His own ...