I used to think prayer had to look a certain way — hands folded, eyes closed, quiet room, maybe even a church pew. That’s how I was taught. But somewhere along the way, life got louder and messier, and my prayers changed. Now I pray in my car. While doing dishes. Sometimes just lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling. No structure, no formal words. Just honesty. Part of me wonders if that still “counts.” Another part of me thinks it’s the most real prayer I’ve ever had. I’m curious how other people pray now, especially if their lives don’t look the way they used to. #Jesus #Prayer