Postaday 15: MIGHTY

It seems like 6 days out of 7 these prompts are just asking for a devotional post.

Mighty?! This after glorious, overcome, sting, and finite… yeah, you can go check those out in my past posts if you so please.

We only use “mighty” of the extraordinary and we don’t say it much of our contemporaries. You don’t say a bodybuilder is mighty. You don’t call a guy who can bench 140 mighty.

We call ants mighty and we call forces of nature mighty and we call ancient warriors mighty.

Sometimes, we say a person who withstands emotional obstacles is mighty, but really, that hearkens to that understanding we have of the hero of lore, the impersonal force.

Would we call ourselves mighty? Probably not. But we live independently as if we are!

Although I once thought myself pretty tough and I was, indeed, physically stronger than the average girl, it turns out I’m darn weak.

I’d been seeing the symptoms for a time, but never knew what it was to “lean on God’s strength” until I went to India this summer on a missions trip. Between jet lag, iffy sleeping, constant interaction, and teaching 4-8 hours a day–plus a whole lot of walking–I found myself utterly exhausted a week into six.

And with my team, I learned what it is to lean on the Mighty One.

2 Corinthians 5-6 say, “our sufficiency is from God, who has made us sufficient to be ministers of a new covenant,” and in 4:7, “But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.”

He has surpassing power, and He funnels it into us for His purposes. Near the end of the trip, I was talking to a lady from the church and she mentioned that she had been noticing me since the beginning, as a hard worker! I was honestly astounded. I don’t know how to convince you I’m not being “humble”… I thought back to all the times I had given in to temptation and laziness. And then, I was able to testify to her of God’s grace to supply my every need.

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My dear team (I miss you guys so much)

Over and over, we sat dumbstruck as people thanked us and called us an exceptional group. We were all falling apart, getting sick, crying over the stupidest things, some of us dealing with tragedy and worrying home circumstances. I’ve never, never, been so tired.

And when I woke up in the morning, I prayed for the strength to live excellently for the next 16 hours. I didn’t always follow through on my part of the deal, but God still got work done, evidently. He still worked through me, and I’m no hero.

That proves He is mighty.

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