I pray. You might think that's obvious, me being a pastor and all, but ... not necessarily.
Sometimes I pray more than other times. Doesn't always look the same. Often, it's in writing. This evening, it was unexpectedly in someone's back yard - impromptu, you might say.
I've been known to suggest that the most profound prayer of all is a whispered "...help...."
And the other day, I paused and knelt at the side of the bed, wanting to take time to communicate what was in my heart. I waited for the words to come, and finally spoke a single one.