God with us. That’s what Emmanuel means. Did you know that?
I just put Bogie to bed and as I was sitting there quietly in the dark waiting for the sighs and heavy breathing of a sleeping child, the plea in my heart for "God with Us” couldn’t be more present.
What I really feel like is the Christmas Cookie who Crumbled, or my boys would probably say “The Mom Who Yelled”. You see…
And we have a (hopefully) small leak in our roof, which of course is leaking in the living room.
And I’m too slow physically these days to get everything done which frustrates me to no end.
And I’ve forgotten to call three people back this week. Agh. Prego brain and clumsiness have moved on in.
And my kids are bouncing off of the walls with Barn Fever. Yes they are like caged animals right now who are cooped up and ready to pounce.
The pressure to get things done for this new soul that is coming to live with us is mounting. No name chosen. No furniture ordered. No car picked out. The list goes on.
So, I want to be the Mom who is in the moment and loving every second, the Friend who is reliable, the Daughter who is a pleasure, the Wife who is happy and romantic and calm… “I want” is the key phrase because all of that seems to have flown out the window. I actually threw it out the window today. But then I recognize, “Emmanuel- God with us.”And I remember that I can lean on Him for He is good. Tomorrow is another day. And I have the gift of life in Him to share with my kids and my husband and everyone else.
I can choose to be a light or I can hide and crumble under pressure- that is mostly my own. So I’m not going to stress that when my neighbors showed up this evening to drop off Christmas gifts I had a load of warm laundry on the couch and mail strewn across the desk. Or that the people I forgot to call back will be too terribly upset. Or that my boys have not gotten their 60+ minutes of outside physical exercise in four days. Because ultimately, who is going to recall most of these concerns next week or next year? And if those are my stresses, then life is good, because there is so much junk others are going through this season.
Our Pastor said this past weekend, “God is Good, Life is Hard.”
Isn’t that the truth? Life is hard.
But I choose to cling to Emmanuel because He is good.
Rain or shine.