When I was growing up, it was common practice to pray. We prayed before and after meals and when I went to bed. Depending on the occasion, it was always the same prayer. Then on Sundays, pastors always prayed using high-sounding theological language where it was easy to nod your head at words that sounded great, but didn't penetrate my heart.
I remember my mom always had a copy of the devotional booklet Portals of Prayer under her pillow and in the back of that were written prayers. She used it and so did I as I grew into adulthood.
As I got past middle age, it became clear to me that prayer, for the most part, is a conversation between me and God. He wants to hear my words and I want to hear his.
I regret that it's taken so long for me to learn this. But I'm glad I have.
This is #8 of the #69 Things I have learned in my almost 69 years of life.