As long as I can remember, this simple word has been my favorite name for God. I would belt the Amy Grant song at the top of my four year old lungs, and I even tried to name a babydoll of mine "Emmanuel." My dad, the quick-thinker he is, suggested "Emma" instead.
This is going to be a short blog, but I felt I needed to reflect. The concept of "Emmanuel" has been manifested in my life recently, and I am ever so thankful for the resurfacing of this truth. God is so good, and He is ever-present in my daily life, loving me fiercely through my countless mistakes and shortcomings.
Lately, I have reminded myself to reshape my prayers slightly. Instead of praying to be a better woman of God or praying for Him to teach me to try harder, I find myself thanking Him for being there with me. I pray I see His love, mercy, or grace in every situation. Through my crazy freak-outs, through deaths of beloved pets, through deep longing for my family, through it all.
God is with us.
