Seedling,
I didn't pray either, for a long time but maybe it was different-I think I was scared he wouldn't hear me 'again'. Like where the hell was he when I needed him? Maybe I was sulking or maybe, like Tessa said, it was the emotional numbness. I'm with you, though, in that I MISSED it. I did a fair amount of yelling at God, but one can't quite call that praying.
It's been a lovely thread, hasn't it? I think I'll always have been the kid who grew up in the church-gain comfort from so much even though I do not go anymore. The faith stayed.I don't know what I'd have done without it, actually, or at least am scared to think of where I'd be without it. I'm very lucky- my T was a Lutheran minister first, so knows where my head is mostly-what a find!
Pretty sure prayers don't have to have words. Feeling anything, I think, deeply, is a prayer when there's faith. Gratitude-well who are we gratefull to, if not to God? I think it's heard. Love for the children- I'll bet that's heard, too, and acknowledged. Songs can be pure prayer, I think, as can stopping to help a stranger in trouble. I'm not sure God cares much for form and structure, or even words if we have intent and feeling, but that might just be some wierd personal perspective, who know? It feels like he's there, in those moments. Your groan is all emotion, from the heart in pain so he hears you. I'm sure your words will come back so you feel something when you pray formerly again, it's just that I'd have to think you're doing it all the time anyway, without words or maybe even knowing you're doing it.