Emerson and God

Me: Emerson where were you?

Emerson: Upstairs visiting God.
Me: What does God look like?

Emerson: His face was shining so so bright that I could not see it so well.

Me: How come you came back downstairs. 

Emerson: God told me that He has lots of work for me, but I can visit Him anytime. 

Me: My heart is melting.