You, Where is the Messiah, brought up writing our prayers. I hesitated writing this, but perhaps it may benefit someone else in some way. I was brought up not being allowed to admit my needs or thoughts, to hide my needs and thoughts, and to ask for nothing. I didn't realize until fairly recently how this hinders my prayers. My first husband was so frustrated that I could not express need, but by the time I married my present husband, we had enough that I just go buy what I need without bringing it up to him. He is still unaware that this is an actual problem. As a result, I actually need my little book of whom to pray for and my book of written prayers, and I sometimes need to force my hand to write prayers, in order to make the prayer at all. As someone else said, I am not a good prayer, but that's getting better with just doing it. When I persist at praying, I am creating a new history.