Are You There God, It's Me A

This morning A was sitting on my lap in church. The church was moderately full, but there was a tall girl in front of us blocking A's view of the altar and pulpit. We went through the welcome, first songs, and prayer with everything normal then the lay person started to read the gospel. This particular lay person had a very deep, manly voice. As he began to read A started to swing her head back and forth, looking in all directions. Being so little she could only see the backs of the family in front of us. Finally she looked at me with huge, incredulous eyes,in an amazed whisper she said, "Mama, it's God!"