Prayer is a wonderful way to get to know God too. We can feel His presence and experience a great peace and His love. Talking to God is an enormous privilege.
It is! I bet there's prolly as many different ways to pray to God that there is people, lol. Everyone has their own way of praying. I (Think) I taught myself to pray better by remembering that prayer is is dialogue and not a monologue. So I'd invite the Lord to go with me, to work or just anywhere out into the world. And I pray and talk to the Lord like He's my best friend and really with me at the moment, cuz He really is.
And when I would ask Him a question, I pause and listen, as if I was waiting for a response (and I am). Now this sort of thing may seem a little goofy because you can't really see the Lord sitting beside you, so I guess it takes a wee bit of a child like faith to do this. And it's always the same. A scripture will pop into my head, or I will have a seemingly random thought...something like that. But it's an answer to my question that I had asked. Or could be so I take it as such. And depending on what I ask, He answers clearly, or vaguely, or asks me another question to lead me down a path of reasoning a certain direction.
Sometimes the answer does not come in words, but a perceiving, as if from the heart. And so then I answer again. And after a bit it turns into a literal conversation. Over time, I was shown that this is the still small voice of God within me.
One day, He caught me off guard. He walked into the room. I could not see Him but when Jesus walks into the room, there is no mistake. Then He spoke to me audibly. He told me to, pray for a certain man because He needs help...Now, I was an idiot and gave the wrong response, I questioned Him. Then He took the Fatherly tone of doom with me and repeated for me to pray for this Brother. So I did. and when I said my Amen, the presence of the Lord left in it's intensity...and I was left curious to what had happened to the Brother, that he needed help.
And I realized that, God doesn't need MY help to do anything. I am nobody. And that was when it struck me...that I had been given a huge privilege. To be allowed to participate in the help that a Brother in Christ needed. That was a big privilege!
And He didn't even strike me dumb, like the Angel did to Zacharias when He questioned the Angel of the Lord! Now I know the correct answer, it is, Yes Lord.