yup. my conversion, started with at first the suggestion within Phillipians 4:6-7 that prayer must be in private and spoken out loud. then i started thinking about the meaning of worship, and how the word is interchangeably used with fear. then i was like: to worship only God means to fear NOTHING else.
this freed up my curiosity and a silly idea led me to get on the road to somewhere i never ended up, but the journey repeatedly showed me that this prayer could elicit answers that would be received as a quietly spoken statement that revealed information i could not possibly have had in my memory, or observed around me. "wait here just a minute" and shortly after a car appears and a nice italian lady starts talking to me and offers me food and shares some company as i eat her home made bolognese and drink her home made wine grown on the farm, packs me a little bag of food and sends me on my way.
"just wait here a minute". if i'd continued for that minute i would not have talked to her. partly it was me looking at the crazy road ahead, which had no shoulder and fell straight into a flat area below where crops were, and the drivers around Bologna were crazy mfs. so first i hesitated, then i prayed, i got an answer, and my afternoon went a whole different way.
