Amazing How The Same Power is in You

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Even with my frequent forgetfulness, that morning will forever be etched in my memory. It remains as clear as crystal.

I had peered closely at the child which came out of my womb at exactly two hours & thirty minutes into Tuesday. She had the same face as her father. The same rotundness. The same nose. A replica which could not be feigned, try as she might, not even if the entire medical staff decided to switch the babies in all the units.

I'd thrown my head back, evoking a loud-belly laughter. My eyes teared up and I wiped them with the back of my hand. And when my husband, who'd been sitting by my hospital bed reflecting, asked why I was laughing, I'd simply said, "No one can steal her away from you. She's your carbon copy."

Today, she stands here in our kitchen, and once again I look into those big brown eyes.

"It's my first day at work, mom," she says, as she tucks a strand of her naturally curly black hair behind her ear. "I'm kind of scared."

It feels like eighteen years have rushed by as fast as the Amazon river. Like a swoosh in the wind. A thousand years to us are like one day to you, God. It's already here, she's a grown woman herself now. She must take up more responsibilities. And receive Your power.

I take her hands into my experienced ones, and after we say a short prayer, I raise my head to look into her eyes again.

"Listen to me, honey," I say. "The same power that raised Jesus Christ from the dead is at work in you right now. You've got to use it."

 She nods her head in agreement, but I don't know if she quite understands the impact of what I've just spoken into her life, even as she's leaving home for the first time to be plunged into the real world.

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"[That you may know] what is the exceeding greatness of His power toward us who believe, according to the working of His mighty power which He worked in Christ when He raised Him from the dead and seated Him at His right hand in the heavenly places, far above all principality and power and might and dominion, and every name that is named..." Ephesians 1: 19-21

The truth is, I don't know how to describe this kind of power. Or how would you suggest I describe it? Something so big that can raise a human from the dead? It's beyond me. Or you. Or anyone else. Or the depths of science.

It's incredible.

But one thing I can tell you right now is "that same power is in you."

Don't tell me you're not capable of achieving something. Because you are.

Don't tell me you can't do the unbelievable task in front of you. Because you can.

Don't tell me you're only second best. Because you're obviously not if the power used to raise Christ from the dead is the same one entrusted into your hands, and it's the same one in EACH OF US.

You can do amazing things.

Before you were born, that same power spoke a word, and things erupted upon the surface of the deep. Mountains, trees, oceans, valleys,

Before you came into this world, that same power parted the red sea, divided the Jordan, raised dry bones to life, flattened the walls of Jericho with human voices, caused the sun to stand still for 24 hours, provided manna in the middle of a desert, and water from a crack in a dry rock. That same power chose Esther (a supposed nobody) to be queen, Joseph to become Pharaoh's confidant, converted David from ruddy lad to giant-slayer, and Paul from murderer to spirit-filled.

Anything can happen when you're filled with this power. Things will start appearing where they weren't possible, and cups will be filled with water in a drought. But most of all, when something dies in your hands, this same power is the resurrecting power that can bring it back to life.

Question for today: Would you walk in this same power today, or would you just shy away from it by saying "this power could not possibly be in me?" Remember, it's toward us who believe.  
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