God With Us

"What is your heart called, Elizabeth?" 'My Heart is called, Grief.' "Why? Why is your heart called grief?" 'Because it's yearning, has been yearning, and will forevermore continue to yearn.' "Your heart yearns Elizabeth? What is it like? Elizabeth, what does yearning feel like?" A lake, a river, an ocean, mountains, and trees were all around. The clouds, the wind, that heavy sense... I stared off into the distance. 'It's like out of empty darkness the sound of a sad, shattered, broken heart crying out. Yet depressed in silence and is in solitude. It sees all the secrets and lies... that lie in the dust.' I turn to the little girl. 'How do you heal a Broken heart?' "That IS deep, Elizabeth. Your pain.., now I can feel it. But--but you are single-minded Elizabeth, not knowing Emmanuel.' " The wind picks up my long dark hair revealing a tan naked back, and I once again look out at the ocean. 'I know Emmanuel not, because--because I've become unfaithful.' "I have heard of the pure in Heart' before." I look down at the little girl, oh so beautiful. "And it's those who seek God." The little girl looks into my eyes with those eyes, I cannot remember what color they were. "And God they shall find." I gasp. The little girl then holds my right hand. "Elizabeth, dear Elizabeth, 'Pure in Heart' does not mean free of sin, but rather knowledge and understanding." But my mind doesn't think of this. I can't let go of the thought of why this little girl talked with so much wisdom yet appeared to be about the age of seven. And then the selfish thoughts all come back to mind once again. Placing me in the deepest rabbit hole. To sudden terror, to extreme darkness. I hear my heart mourning. I can't take it any longer, I free my hand from the little girl, clash my own together and I fall right down to the ground in front of her, at her mercy. 'Can you!? Can You please free my Heart!? I have died already, I know I have! I wish some of the things I ever did never happened, I'm Lost, tired, angry, confused, selfish and bound in chains with every step I take! Please tell me what I must do to unleash myself! Please, I am willing to do the good, for the God I left long ago that I believe in so much.' The wind blows harder then ever at that moment, and takes my hair across my face. I see nothing but I shiver. And the shivering becomes trembling. I felt like I was being held, I felt like I was being cradled, I felt like the sea was rocking me back & forth, and I felt sand be...