When we were little, adults taught us to pray with our eyes closed. I suppose it had something to do with eliminating distractions or focusing on the One that we can’t see physically.
My son, Eli, has a different approach.
And I don’t plan on stopping him.
He prays with his eyes wide open. Just today, as we ate at Chick-fil-a, he scans the table and prays for specifically for what he sees. “Thank you, God, for Mommy, Daddy, Obie, Eli, Be-Paw, french fries, chicken, ketchup, Diet Coke, birds, cars, and napkins. Amen.”
In the last week, he has also prayed for Boz, swingsets, stuffed animals, choo-choo trains, medicine, and so much more.
Praying with our eyes closed sometimes gets us into a routine of casually thanking God for all the blessings but not really treasuring what He has given us.
Praying with our eyes wide open reminds us of the blessings, big and small, that He lavishes on us.
So glad my son is reteaching me how to pray.
and they said to him, “Do you hear what these are saying?” And Jesus said to them, “Yes; have you never read, “‘Out of the mouth of infants and nursing babies you have prepared praise’?” -Matthew 21:16