I was born into a religion, but I have complete and utter faith that there is a 'God', and not a god that is defined by the media or dogma.
I used to pray for little things when I was young, not silly things like riches, etc. but little personal things.
When I say pray, I mean just closing my eyes, when I was emotional and really concentrating on the idea/concept I was "wishing" for. 2/3 things that I desired, came to be, that I can remember, but I am forever humble and greatful for the life that has been bestowed on me, anyway.
One was material things, and one was for a family member to return. Some may say probability, but the material thing was certain numbers of items, and seeing as I prayed in my mind, and not aloud, there is no way anyone on earth would have know what I was desiring.
These things I "prayed" for came to be, but only after a great time, so I agree with the saying, the best things come to those who wait. I am not for one second stating that this is how religion works though, as it doesn't. I am just relating a story as to what has confirmed my faith. Also, the miraculous world we live in, and the experiences we can feel as a human, are testament to a Lord of the universe...