Earlier this week, Ellie suddenly announced, "God is everywhere."
"Yes, Ellie, that's right," I returned, impressed at her early grasp of this truth.
She giggled. "God is eveywhere. God is everywhere. God is everywhere," she repeated, obviously rather proud of herself.
"Who told you that, Ellie?" I asked, wondering where she'd picked up this sudden fascination with God's omnipresence.
"Mommy," she declared, emphatically.
I smiled, remembering that sometime in the past few weeks, she had asked where God was, and I'd tried to explain that He was everywhere. At the time, I hadn't been sure she'd gotten it. Now, I felt rather proud of how I'd seized the teachable moment.
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Last night, I was giving Ellie a bath before bed when holding up her washcloth, she suddenly announced, "I will show God this washcloth."
"But Ellie," I said, smiling at the thought of Ellie proudly showing her wet pink and green striped washcloth to the God of the universe, "remember God is everywhere. You can show Him right now."
Without missing a beat, she replied, "When God comes from everywhere to our house, I will show Him."
I guess we're not quite as advanced as I thought we were.