Same here; it's always felt to me as if for years, people kept telling me that "God's in that room in there. Go in there and pray and he'll talk to you and answer your prayers." So I spent years going into that room so to speak, trying that, and nothing. And people would tell me, "Oh, did you sit very still?" "Yep." "Oh, okay, then, you should walk around while praying." And on and on with nothing ever working. So I came to the conclusion that sometimes an empty room is just exactly that, an empty room.
Same here, I think.
The branch of Christianity that I was mostly raised up in isn't usually considered one of the more extreme, "fire and brimstone" types but the way it was presented to me by one of my grandmothers is that the whole point of life (your life, everybody's life) is to not burn in Hell for eternity after you die.
That's it; that's the only thing you need to be concerned with, not love for anybody (even your own family), not even love for God (you only need to fear him, he doesn't want or need love, he only wants obedience), and it wasn't even from the standpoint of "Don't you want to go to Heaven when you die? It's a wonderful place." No, it was all the time all about staying out of Hell. And why the heck wouldn't a supreme being want his worshippers' love? Why would he only want fear? Phooey.