I am not one of them, but I honor people who are nurtured by deep religious faith. If that is you, I'm glad for you.
If you have been traumatized by religion, I'm so very sorry. I am a lapsed Catholic with lingering emotional attachment to some of what my late Irish Catholic grandmother taught me about praying.
My prayer rituals honor my love for her but are guided by my own preferences. Sometimes I use a rosary in my "counting my blessings" practice; other times I use a mala (a meditation garland).
I pray to the Virgin Mary as often as I pray to my dead mother. I also pray or make devout petitions to the sunrise, the clouds in the sky, or the trees in my backyard.
I have been known to write my prayers on a piece of paper and throw them in a fire, surrounded by women in recovery who are doing the same. Some might not consider what I do as true prayer; others might call it "prayer lite." It only matters that it works for me.