My God is with me.
He knows me.
He’s been with me through every challenge in my new life.
He was with me when I nervously got on a flight.
Matter of fact, he walked me down the aisle when I became someone’s wife.
He was with me when I zip lined through Costa Rica.
He was with me when I stepped foot on the Holy Lands.
He was with me when I entered a boat on the Sea of Galilee.
It was here in Israel, where I saw him walking on water reaching for Peter’s hand to pull him from the drowning water.
It was also here, where I saw Angels trying to cut their way through for the Messiah to get through barred concertina wire.
He showed me even today he faces challenges too.
He was with me when I was baptized in the Jordan River.
He was with me when I floated in the Dead Sea.
He was with me when I started weeping before I even saw Golgotha.
He was with me with each step I took through the Via del La Rosa.
He was with me when I saw his open tomb.
It was here in the Holy Lands that I understood everything that he did for me.
He was with me when a child passed.
Immanuel has always been with me since my rebirth.
He was with me when my loved ones passed.
He’s never left me.
It’s Immanuel that understands me.
It was Immanuel that took those nails for me.
It was Immanuel that hung on that cross for me.
It’s Immanuel that’s continually misunderstood too.