Finding God

I was very tired after dinner last night, and just collapsed on the livingroom floor, allegedly to read Elias a book (he was begging for Bible stories, per usual).  Elias was running around and crawling on me and playing with various toys for 30-second stretches:  his hyper, happy usual self.  I'd made some flashcards with index cards with numbers and easy words on them, but hadn't really used them much.  In his survey of the messy pile of books interspersed with toy vehicles, a photo albumn, and a music player he spotted the stack of cards.  He grabbed the top one and immediately read "YES!  YES, Mommy!" proudly waving it around.  Hey, that was the "yes" card.  I made a big deal of it (it IS a big deal), with that warm mommy feeling of confirmation that he's so gifted, but also glad he was happy entertaining himself and not making me read a book to him right then.  His 30 seconds up, he lost interest in the "yes" card and sifted around for something else to catch his attention.  Then he stopped as if suddenly struck with an idea, turned and told me "I find God, Mommy."  Huh?  He dropped whatever he had and went back to the pile of flashcards and started sifted through them.  There's about 30 of them.  "Where's 'God', Mommy?  I find 'God'."  He paused when he came across "Dog," silently considered it and retained it in one hand, but with the other hand continued to search through the cards, now spread across a large area.  "God, Mommy, God!" so I got up and helped him look.  Finally he found the card he was looking for, the one with "GOD" written on it.  "'GOD,' Mommy!  I found 'God'!"