Quiet Places

As he walked through the parking lot on the way to the shooting range, my son placed the hearing protectors over his ears. 

“It’s quiet,” he quipped.  “This would be a good place to pray.”

I looked at him and smiled.  It struck me kind of funny that he could stand in the parking lot, simply covering his hears, and suddenly declare himself transported to a place of prayer.  It wasn’t that he was in a quiet place, it was just that he had made his place quiet.  Sam was right.  It’s the perfect attitude for talking with God.