I look at the world and I see that it’s a scary, heartbreaking place. Children who will go to bed hungry tonight and the mothers who weep because they can’t feed them. Women and children sold into slavery and at the mercy of pimps who profit from their bodies. Injustice and hate and a world that rejects God and rejects those who love him and pats themselves on the back for doing it. I look at it and I think how impossible it is that I could do anything to change it, anything to make a difference.
I am so weak.
But I serve a mighty God.
I serve a God who made the world with the force of his word. A God who chose a nation of slaves as his own people and rescued them with the power of his mighty right hand. A God who kept his promises through the ages of time and won his mightiest victory with the weightiest sacrifice. He is mighty to save. He is mighty to redeem. He is mighty to rescue and make whole. In his might he steps into the storms of our brokenness and speaks peace. He is mighty enough to take our greatest weakness and make us strong. His mighty arm finds us in our moments of defeat and clothes us with victory.
In those moments of despair when I just want to give up, when I hear the voices whisper that tell me I’m just not good enough, I can stand on the assurance that it’s not my strength that matters. It’s His.
My God is mighty to save. And He has saved me.
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