I'm remembering a time when I was stressed out, and wanted to reach for God, but couldn't remember (or figure out) how. I was driving down the road, tears flowing, choking back sobs. I said, out loud, I think, "Why won't you talk to me?" and God said, in my heart, "You hadn't asked." 

Since then, I've been trying to remember to ask. On any given day, it's a toss up whether I will or not. Remember, I mean. :)

So true, these things you wrote. Thanks for sharing them. I love how you do that.