I find that when I pray everyday that my prayers get right to the point. Not dissimilar to the Gentile woman’s prayer with Jesus.

The woman was a Gentile, born in the region of Phoenicia in Syria. She begged Jesus to drive the demon out of her daughter. But Jesus answered, “Let us first feed the children. It isn’t right to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs.”

“Sir,” she answered, “even the dogs under the table eat the children’s leftovers!”

So Jesus said to her, “Because of that answer, go back home, where you will find that the demon has gone out of your daughter!”

She went home and found her child lying on the bed; the demon had indeed gone out of her. – Mark 7:26-30 GNT

I get to the point, I am humble in my approach, I am full of faith that God can do what He has promised, I am fervent, modest, and respectful. My approach is rational, totally relying on the mercy of God. I persevere until I am clear in my ask.

One of my points is confession, putting off my flesh every day.

I know that good does not live in me—that is, in my human nature. For even though the desire to do good is in me, I am not able to do it. – Romans 7:18 GNT

It is one of those things that do not get better over time. Every day I have to put myself aside and give myself to God. My prayer goes similar to George Muller’s.

“Lord, don’t let me become a wicked old man!” 

He knew that in him, in his flesh, there was nothing good. So I approach God with that in mind and my prayer reflects the same and I come to the Father every day in the name of Jesus.

Once, as I rode out into the woods for my health, in 1737, having alighted from my horse in a retired place, as my manner commonly has been, to walk for divine contemplation and prayer, I had a view that for me was extraordinary, of the glory of the Son of God, as Mediator between God and man, and his wonderful, great, full, pure and sweet grace and love, and meek and gentle condescension. This grace that appeared so calm and sweet, appeared also great above the heavens. The person of Christ appeared ineffably excellent with an excellency great enough to swallow up all thought and conception — which continued, as near as I can judge, about an hour; which kept me the greater part of the time in a flood of tears and weeping aloud. I felt an ardency of soul to be, what I know not otherwise how to express, emptied and annihilated; to lie in the dust, and to be full of Christ alone; to love Him with a holy and pure love; to trust in Him; to live upon Him; to serve and follow Him; and to be perfectly sanctified and made pure, with a divine and heavenly purity. – Jonathan Edwards