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When I think of the word mighty, my busy mind stops. I realize there are no new words to pen a poem like I would typically do with my five minutes. Instead, I think about some beautiful words that have already created poetry set to music.

My heart goes to a place of worship where I sing about the God who was there before the world began. I go to a place of reflection, and remember how He’s shown His power and might in my life.

In the naptime quiet of my living room, I mouth the words of “Mighty to Save” from that Hillsong United album I think almost every Jesus follower has heard before:

“Savior, He can move the mountains.
My God is mighty to save.
He is mighty to save.”

I find myself reflecting on His grace, and the dose gives to me.

I see how undeserving I am of such a great gift.

Yet, each day He gives me another chance to serve Him, and walk along the path He has lighted for me.

The sheer beauty of that causes me to utter the words from one of the many versions of “What a Mighty God We Serve”:

“What a mighty God we serve
A mighty God we serve
Angels bow down before
the mighty God we serve.”

I am thankful.
I am in awe.
I am at peace.


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  1. Visiting from FMF. I love how you ended your post with the word peace. Considering God’s might does indeed lead to peace. The juxtaposition of those two words is meaningful to me. Thank you for sharing.

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