LOL Doody, you reminded me of something I noticed when we were chattering in person that one day. I didn't tell you then, but it made my heart smile and I wanted to hug you. Hadn't seen anyone do that in YEARS.

((Meg)) - When I was young, I didn't know how to pray either. Seemed like there were so many ways, and everyone seemed to believe only their way was the right way. So, I gave it a shot at just being myself. I used to sit cross-legged in my back yard, picking at the grass and chattering away at God about everything that was on my mind. I didn't hesitate to show whatever emotion was controlling my thoughts at the time, even when I was angry and in pain. I figured God was strong enough to handle a bratty child throwing a hissy fit, or an illiterate child looking for some direction in life.

I hope you'll be able to find your connection - be it in a building or out in a field of grass somewhere.