The word is: MIGHTY
Mmmm. A good word indeed.
I don't feel very mighty lately. And perhaps that is a good thing, because when I am feeling my un-mightiest it is then that I remember that I'm not supposed to be doing all of this...any of this... life stuff in my own strength...try as I might sometimes.
The song goes like this:
My God is so big, so strong and so mighty, there's nothing my God cannot do.
My God is so big, so strong and so mighty, there's nothing my God cannot do.
The mountains are his. The valley's are his. The skies are his handiwork too.
My God is so big, so strong and so mighty, there's nothing my God cannot do.
There were, of course, hand motions and we made big "muscles" with our arms. We emphasized the words big and mighty. It was a ton of fun, and as is the case with all of those simple childhood songs, it stuck with me because the words were few and repetitive.
I believed, with childlike faith, that God was big and mighty and capable of doing anything.
He is above all things, and over all things and mighty IN all things.
It is easy for me to remember this truth in the big things. In the needs and stories I hear that need big prayer. I pray for my friends and neighbors and family members when life deals them a hand that doesn't make sense. I pray that God be mighty in their lives, and walk so closely besides them that their peace is nothing short of a miracle. My faith is persistent and I have seen how God is big and mighty in their lives.
But then there is regular life. My daily life. The simple, repetitive, daily stuff where things are small and seem insignificant and I don't think to pray about them. There is the tired momma stuff, and the fact that my marriage seems fine, but that we have so little time to focus on it. There are the days when our husband's work late (sometimes strings of them in a row), or go out of town and we feel tired, but like we must just make it through...somehow muster the strength and try not to be frustrated or discouraged by the relentless needs of the house and our sweet (but needy!) children.
Sometimes I forget that God wants to be big and mighty in the little things too. In those moments. That if I bring these days and things to him that he is just as present and willing to show me something bigger and offer strength that lasts longer than anything I can do on my own.
He has been showing me that this week as I've remembered to pray, "Dear Lord, give me peace and patience and strength to make it through the dailiness of this day. To do it with joy and to be the mom you want me to be."
He has been answering that prayer in all sorts of little ways-- in increased patience that has even surprised me, in an awareness of gifts that are all around me that I forget to be thankful for and present to, in shifting perspective about the importance of those gazillion little tasks. About how the little can amount to big things.
I think I'm going to unearth that song in my heart and sing it often this week, except I'm changing the lyrics just a wee bit at the end...
My God is so big, so strong and so mighty there's nothing my God cannot do.
My God is so big, so strong and so might, in the big and the little things too!
This post is a part of Lisa Jo Baker's 5 Minute Friday, which you can link up to here.
By the way, Lisa Jo just published a FANTASTIC book (I've only read the introduction and first chapter, but can already tell that it is going to a wonderful book!) called "Surprised by Motherhood". Check it out and pre-order your copy here
