I Prayed Every Day And Still Felt Ignored. Here’s What I Finally Noticed.
I did not expect to write this. Honestly. I always assumed the people who said they felt ignored by God were either brand new to faith or quietly drifting. Then there I was. Years in. Bible worn soft. Praying every morning, sometimes twice, sometimes with a kind of grit that made my jaw ache. And still walking away with that hollow feeling like my words hit the ceiling and slid down the wall. Not dramatic. Just flat. I remember one specific morning. I had my phone face down because I kept checking it. The screen lighting up with news alerts, ministry emails, the usual noise. I whispered a prayer anyway, quiet so I would not wake anyone, asking God for clarity. Not a miracle. Just clarity. What I got was silence. Or at least that is what it felt like in my body. Chest tight. Shoulders up near my ears. A strange mix of disappointment and embarrassment, like maybe I was doing prayer wrong and everyone else had figured it out. When Daily Prayer Becomes Mechanical I kept showing up. That ma...