To Touch His Heart

I was walking by and glanced over at my 4yr. old girl playing by herself. She pretended to be both little dolls having a conversation. A child seems to do things every once in a while that touch our heart. Having children gave us a small glimpse at how God looks at us. So vulnerable and so filled with unfinished qualities and faults. Dependent of us and full of a will yet in need.
Last night I was praying and I thought how much I needed God's help to pray. The realization that I can pray with a lot of words and not touch God was so real.
Imagine touching the heart of God! Imagine not touching Him at all. I don't think fancy or repetitious words would do it. Nor would a list of things we want the Almighty to take care of. So how do you touch the heart of God?
He's got feelings, preferences, and delights. He can be touched and moved like I'm touched by my children at times. He was touched by David, who He called a man after God's own heart. Was He touched by Hannah, as she cried out to him to the point that she seemed drunk? And He was touched by the woman with an issue of blood. We know this because He asked, "Who touched Me?" among a throng of people literally touching Him.
I want to touch Him. To have His sympathy upon me. To have His glance if for a brief moment where I would be singled out of the millions and He would notice me.
To touch God's heart. Just to touch Him.