For a child will be born for us,
a son will be given to us,
and the government will be on His shoulders.
He will be named
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Eternal Father, Prince of Peace.
Isaiah 9:6 HCSB
So many times, when I think of the “Mighty God” I conjure pictures of thunder and lightning or conquering power. I’ve been in church services where someone will pray, “Show Yourself mighty here today, Lord!” And what they mean is: do something bold, easily identifiable and outwardly visible.
I believe the Mighty God shows up a lot more frequently than we realize.
We are looking, like Elijah, for God in the whirlwind, but He usually comes in quietness and whispers.
I experienced the Mighty God the day I had to bury Dominic.
I didn’t think I could physically survive greeting friends and family at his funeral, hearing loved ones tell him good-bye and watching his casket lowered beneath the earth. But I did.
That morning I prayed:
“Father, bind any scheme of the enemy to take away the victory You have ordained for our great loss. I know he cannot take away the real victory, but he delights in confusion, dissension and discouragement. Only Your love, grace, peace and mercy can overcome hatred, bitterness, anger and discord. Give us your Spirit in abundance—overwhelm us with Your Presence. Help us say good-bye to our sweet boy in a way that honors You, magnifies You and honors his memory. The only way we can do that is by Your grace and in Your power. I must cling to the truth and to the Truth—otherwise all is lost!”
The Mighty God put steel in my backbone and upheld me with His love, grace and mercy.
He raised my hands in praise even as my heart broke in sorrow.
His warrior Spirit infused me with strength.
I held on to the promise:
That one day Jesus, Who came first in meekness, will return in power. He will set wrong things right and restore the earth to beauty and peace.
Death will be defeated and the grave will be no more.
I am still fighting the enemy—every day he tries to defeat me and convince me that darkness and pain are all I will ever know.
But my faithful Savior, the Mighty God, comes quietly to my heart and reminds me that the victory is His—the promises are sure—and I, with Dominic, will dwell in His house forever.