Half the time, my prayers sound something like this. “What the fuck, God?” or “Really? We’ve been working on this for the better part of twenty years, and I finally felt like I made some headway. So what the hell is this?” or “whywhywhywhywhywhywhy?”
The other half of the time my prayers go something like this.
I will be walking to class and notice a wizened old oak, and something in my spirit is stirred. I become still, and begin to notice my senses.
Or a friend will say something, and I hear the divine whispering, “That was my idea.”
One time, some friends of mine were frolicking in the ocean, jumping waves and falling down. They were not associated with a religion, they weren’t christian or religious. I heard God say, “look, we’re playing.”
Take time to be still in the presence of the infinite. It will make itself known to those who search.