God with us.

Fall on your knees. Oh hear, the angel voices. Oh night divine. Oh night when Christ was born.

Oh holy night.

Somewhere in the midst of the arguments over baby dolls. Hidden beneath the surface of my short temper. Nestled between early mornings and late nights.  I'm reminded.

Reminded of the holy night, when He came.

I sit silent and let the words wash over me, taking me back to that holy night.

Oh how I wish I could have been there.  Kneeling with the shepherds. Watching this brand new mother cradle her baby boy. I know the feeling. Unconditional love. As His sweet eyes opened for the first time and stared deep into His mother's soul. The soul He came to rescue.

Emmanuel. God with us.

The angels voices echo vividly, still today.

Emmanuel. God with me.

All of me. My shortcomings, my failures. My profound joys.

Every day. Days full of chaos. Days rich with clarity.

It's ok to bring all of me. To Him.

After all, He came a long way, on purpose, to be with me.