So Great, so Strong and so Mighty
Over the years I've developed at least a nodding acquaintance with great theological truths. More often than not those are not the concepts that I turn to when life overwhelms me. One day my husband and I were in the car with my granddaughter. Our lives had recently been dominated by someone who challenged everything we knew about God honoring relationships. Gracie wanted to listen to her cd and soon we were singing along to a Veggietales song.
God is bigger than the boogie man.
He's bigger than Godzilla and the monsters on tv.
Oh, God is bigger than the boogie man,
And he's watching out for you and me.
After singing through the chorus twice, it hit me with amazing clarity that no matter what this person's intentions were, we had given this person greater prominence and power than they could have in our lives. God is bigger than Godzilla, the monsters on tv or any personal boogie man.
Some time has passed. Our granddaughter is now 5. Her little brother, Henry is 6 months old. He isn't as easy a baby as his big sister. About the time he was three months old I discovered, that certain, not all songs would calm him. The Alphabet Song sung to a jazzy tune, and The Ants Go Marching would usually work. Much to my delight I discovered another children's song that worked well. This was a song that the delegates to our church's General Assembly sang a lot one year. This group consisted of a number of men who had delved into great theological truths but as they were doing the work of the church they chose to remind themselves of the simple truths.
My God is so great,
So strong and so mighty
There's nothing my God can not do.
The mountains are His,
The rivers are His.
The stars are His handiwork too.
My God is so great,
So strong and so mighty
There's nothing my God can not do.
Now with a fussy baby this song became at times our center of gravity. Either I or Henry's mom would start the song. Our voices merged into one powerful voice as Henry would stop crying. Under our voices we could hear the sure voice of Henry's big sister. Three generations affirming the power and sovereignty of our God, While our voices calmed Henry, the glorious words settled into our hearts as well.
In March that song went with us as we went to Charlottesville to see a doctor about Henry's head size. We had good reason to think the ultrasound would show no problem. I stayed in the waiting room with Grace, Henry's big sister while Henry went with his mom, Jessica to have the ultrasound done. We expected that we would be able to leave as soon as the ultrasound was completed. Instead the technician took the pictures to the radiologist for immediate reading. Henry's already on edge mom began to sing the song we usually only sing while he is crying. "My God is so great, so strong and so mighty. There's nothing my God can not do." It wasn't Henry that needed the comfort of the music. The comfort of his mother was enough. It was his comforter that needed the message those words conveyed.
Soon we were unexpectedly making the trek down the halls of the hospital, then across the street, into the office building, up in the elevator to the third floor and then to the clinic to wait for the doctor. The ultrasound looked like Henry might have hydrocephalus but the ultrasound did not show a clear enough image and another test needs to be done. Bright eyed smiling Henry does not fit the profile. We are all praying that when the MRI is done, nothing more will be needed. While we are waiting, I'm sure there will be many moments when we will need to be reminded that our "God is so great, so strong, and so mighty. There's nothing my God can not do."
April 6
The MRI showed hydrocephalus. Now we wait for the app't with the doc on Monday. It looks like Henry is headed for surgery. This is designed to open a passage for the fluid to drain. If this works he won't have to have a shunt. Pray that God blesses all through what is happening.
God is bigger than the boogie man.
He's bigger than Godzilla and the monsters on tv.
Oh, God is bigger than the boogie man,
And he's watching out for you and me.
After singing through the chorus twice, it hit me with amazing clarity that no matter what this person's intentions were, we had given this person greater prominence and power than they could have in our lives. God is bigger than Godzilla, the monsters on tv or any personal boogie man.
Some time has passed. Our granddaughter is now 5. Her little brother, Henry is 6 months old. He isn't as easy a baby as his big sister. About the time he was three months old I discovered, that certain, not all songs would calm him. The Alphabet Song sung to a jazzy tune, and The Ants Go Marching would usually work. Much to my delight I discovered another children's song that worked well. This was a song that the delegates to our church's General Assembly sang a lot one year. This group consisted of a number of men who had delved into great theological truths but as they were doing the work of the church they chose to remind themselves of the simple truths.
My God is so great,
So strong and so mighty
There's nothing my God can not do.
The mountains are His,
The rivers are His.
The stars are His handiwork too.
My God is so great,
So strong and so mighty
There's nothing my God can not do.
Now with a fussy baby this song became at times our center of gravity. Either I or Henry's mom would start the song. Our voices merged into one powerful voice as Henry would stop crying. Under our voices we could hear the sure voice of Henry's big sister. Three generations affirming the power and sovereignty of our God, While our voices calmed Henry, the glorious words settled into our hearts as well.
In March that song went with us as we went to Charlottesville to see a doctor about Henry's head size. We had good reason to think the ultrasound would show no problem. I stayed in the waiting room with Grace, Henry's big sister while Henry went with his mom, Jessica to have the ultrasound done. We expected that we would be able to leave as soon as the ultrasound was completed. Instead the technician took the pictures to the radiologist for immediate reading. Henry's already on edge mom began to sing the song we usually only sing while he is crying. "My God is so great, so strong and so mighty. There's nothing my God can not do." It wasn't Henry that needed the comfort of the music. The comfort of his mother was enough. It was his comforter that needed the message those words conveyed.
Soon we were unexpectedly making the trek down the halls of the hospital, then across the street, into the office building, up in the elevator to the third floor and then to the clinic to wait for the doctor. The ultrasound looked like Henry might have hydrocephalus but the ultrasound did not show a clear enough image and another test needs to be done. Bright eyed smiling Henry does not fit the profile. We are all praying that when the MRI is done, nothing more will be needed. While we are waiting, I'm sure there will be many moments when we will need to be reminded that our "God is so great, so strong, and so mighty. There's nothing my God can not do."
April 6
The MRI showed hydrocephalus. Now we wait for the app't with the doc on Monday. It looks like Henry is headed for surgery. This is designed to open a passage for the fluid to drain. If this works he won't have to have a shunt. Pray that God blesses all through what is happening.
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