Emmanuella sat on the edge of her bed sobbing. Her life always seemed like the darkness of night. She could not seem to escape it no matter how she tried. As she sat there, questions began to flow through her mind, questions she knew she could not answer, not right away at least.
“Why am I here?
Why is this happening?”
It seemed never ending for Emmanuella, hearing the constant bickering amongst her parents. It all stemmed from her father’s drunkenness. She sat there barely able to breath because of crying so hard. A thought crossed her mind and she glanced on her desk and saw a pair of scissors lying there. The temptation seemed to overwhelm her.
“Maybe I should end it all, no one will even notice. I just can’t take this anymore,” she said softly to herself.
Emmanuella took the scissors from her desk and held them in her hands for what seemed like hours. Her decision was made. She put the scissors to her wrist about ready to take her own life when something happened.
She turned around and glanced out the window only to see someone moving quickly passed. It was then that Emmanuella stopped and threw the scissors across the room and put her face into the pillow, sobbing even more uncontrollably. She felt a presence come into her room, a presence that she could not explain.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated over and over.
Emmanuella felt a hand lay upon her shoulder and a peace like no other came over her. Her tears began to subside.
A voice spoke to her with such forgiveness and love, “You are here for a reason and the plans I have for you are far greater than you can imagine. I will never leave you and I will never forsake you. I am a very present help in trouble.
“Emmanuella was me just a few years ago. I felt my whole life had come to an end that I had no purpose. I felt that taking my own life was my only way out. Now I have come to see things in a different light. Yes I may face trials in my life, but I know there is a reason even though I may not be able to see it at the time. I know now that my life has a purpose and it all started on that very night. I chose the name Emmanuella because of its meaning. It means that God is with us. Just because we may not feel him he is always there guiding us, comforting us.”