Almost every morning these last few weeks, as I'm barking orders and herding children into the van and pulling on my boots, in the last moment when I'm turning out the lights and grabbng my keys I half-shout, "GOD?" into my just-emptied house. "GOD? I'm gonna need something extra today. Be before me, behind me, above me, below me, to my left, to my right, be EVERYWHERE, God, HELP ME GET THROUGH THIS DAY."
I repeated my survival prayer this morning, threw on my raincoat, buckled Emma into the car and yelled at the big kids to fix their seatbelts, and started the one minute drive to school.
And the entire way, Emma shout-sang, "OHHH HOW HE LOOOOVES US, OHHHH HOW HE LOOOOOVES US, OHHHH HOW HE LOOOOOOVES US!"
Emma Cheung, she's a shout-singer. "Let It Go", Katy Perry's "Roar", and Sara Bareilles' "Brave" are among her greatest hits. But this morning she busted out the David Crowder Band.
"Jack and Molly! Do you know who loves us?!"
Jack and Molly: four eyes rolling. "Jesus loves us."
"JESUS LOVES US!"
"Can you be quiet now, Emma?"
"HE LOOOOOVES US! OHHHH HOW HE LOOOOOOOVES US!"