My preschool daughters love to pray, especially in public places like restaurants, but they don’t exactly have “inside voices.” You’ll probably hear us before you see us.
Imagine a toddler screaming at the top of her lungs, “God is great! God is good! Let us thank Him for our food! Woo-hoo!” They like to cheer at the end instead of saying, “Amen.” For them it’s way more exciting.
It’s at times like this, when all of the world can hear, that I realize that prayer can seem a little weird. C’mon, talking to someone you can’t see and waiting for answers you can’t technically hear? That’s weird. Some days it can feel more like talking to yourself than hanging out with the Creator of the universe. It reminds me of a stand-up comedian who is bombing on stage, tapping on his microphone saying, “Is this thing on?”