"Hello God, if you do exist I realise you're probably a little busy right now, what with half the world going round setting fire to things, but I wonder if you could possibly take some time out to reveal yourself to me."
This is how I felt, praying this morning. Prayer can be pretty self-important and presumptuous, it seems to me.
I found it hard to concentrate. This is partly because my mind is always a bit like a butterfly on cocaine, but my struggle to focus was exacerbated by the fact that I don't believe there is anyone or anything on which to focus during prayer.
No major revelations, though when I went out for coffee, a busker was outside Starbucks playing the tune to what used to be one of my favourite hymns. I'm not persuaded that was God waving at me, but it did lift my spirits.