I remember thinking this same thought at one time.  But then I got really seriously sick.  I spent 10 years asking for healing. I tried praying gratitude and being ultra good. Finally, I did some inner healing work which brought me to an acceptance that God loved me and gave him my life more completely than I ever had.  I started spending time each day picturing God and imagining him being the perfect adoring Father.  And then I began to really love and trust him.  I realized that before that I lived with God in a kind of manipulative state of mind.  Like what do I have to do to get you to do what I want. Now, I imagined him holding me, dancing with me, glorying in the me he created seen through and washed by the blood and made righteous in his sight. And I began to really love and trust him.  I began spending time with my imagining of him just to be with him instead. After all if he never takes his eyes off me then anything I could imagine of him would be closer to the truth than the thinking that he wasn't present tome at all. I did this every day and my health got worse!  But instead of collapsing in despair I got mad.  This was illegal.  Jesus died for my healing.  I knew I would loose everything if I didn't get well and I knew this could not be a loving gods plan for me to die so young.    I had tried every medical treatment there was and nothing had worked. I truly surrendered my illness to God and cried out for healing for 3 hours. Then I asked God to fill my mouth because I didn't know what else to pray.  I prayed out loud (always) as fast as I could and eventually I heard words come out that I would never have prayed.  "God give me the gift of faith and discernment that I could walkout a healing in my life".  What was that?  I got excited and kept praying but soon felt an immense sense that I was done praying.  Empty like after a good cry.  But I was not healed.  It came to me that I had to rest in faith and trust that I would be healed. After all that praying, I was in a bit of an altered consciousness where I was very focused and could stay completely in faith that it would happen.  And about a half hour later, I felt something fall on me like a cloak onto my shoulders.    And then I was healed. That was just about 6 weeks after I started really loving God and spending time with him through my imagination.  3 days later, I had a symptom of my illness and immediately out of my mouth came the words praise God I don't have to worry about that and my mind turned back to other things as if it hadn't even happened.  The symptoms immediately drained out of me.  That went on for 3 weeks. And then it stopped.  Its been years ago now.    If you want answers to prayer then make a relationship to him rather than just asking for what you want and being good to try to deserve it to manipulate him.  Love him by meditating on what the bible says about his love for us, presence in our lives and who he is.  Undo the damage done by spending your day as if he wasn't there with  you every moment by consciously choosing to imagine him there.  Truly surrender your life knowing that his love for you will not ask of you what isn't your true calling.