Lord,
As I reflect on Your strength and power, I find myself deeply challenged. I know of Your power through the Word—Your living, unchanging Word. And I believe that Word is true.
When I read the Scriptures, I see You open blind eyes. I see You stop the flow of blood from the woman who suffered for twelve years. I see You restore the life and dignity of a Samaritan woman who had been married five times and was now living with a man who was not her husband—and You transformed her entire life in a single encounter.
I see You take David from the pasture to the palace, from shepherd boy to king. You made Solomon not just a ruler, but the wisest of kings. Through the mouth of Ezekiel, You breathed life into dry bones, assembling a mighty army where there was once only death and despair.
I read how You told the kings of Israel to let the worshippers go ahead of the army—and in their obedience and praise, You brought victory over enemies far greater than themselves.
You gave strategy. You gave clarity. You gave power. You gave Your people supernatural ability to do what was otherwise impossible.
The Holy Spirit overshadowed Mary, and she carried the Son of God—without ever knowing a man.
You transformed Saul into Paul—a murderer into a messenger—Your chosen vessel, carrying Your gospel to the nations.
Lord, I have seen Your power in Your Word.
And so I ask, why does this power seem so distant today?
Why does it seem absent from my own life?
Others testify of miracles, of healing, of breakthrough, of divine provision—but if I’m honest, there is a barrenness in me. A silence in the places where I have cried out the most.
There is a list of unanswered prayers. A list of sicknesses. A list of broken things that have not been mended.
But I know Your Word is not false. You said You exalted Your Word above all Your name. You said it will not return void. So if it’s not working… it cannot be You.
You are the same yesterday, today, and forever.
That means it must be me. Something I haven’t yet grasped. A revelation I haven’t yet received. A door I haven’t yet stepped through.
Holy Spirit, help me.
I don’t just want to know about Your power—I want to see it. I want to walk in it. I want to be a vessel of it.
Move in me. Move through me. Tear down every barrier. Illuminate every hidden place. Stir a fresh hunger in me.
Let the same power that raised Jesus from the dead be active in my life.
Let it flow.
In Jesus’ name, I ask this.
Amen.
Wells of Wonder 