Some names feel warm.

Some names feel gentle.

Some names feel comforting.

But every once in a while, you come across a name that makes you lift your head, square your shoulders, and remember exactly who is in charge.

Isaiah said it like this,

“For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given… and His name shall be called… The Mighty God.”

Not the struggling God.

Not the almost-enough God.

Not the God who is trying to figure things out.

The Mighty God.

That word “mighty” means strong. Powerful. Champion. Warrior.

It means when you don’t have the strength, He does.

When you don’t see a way, He already has one.

When you feel surrounded, He stands between you and whatever is coming against you.

Sometimes life has a way of reminding us just how small we are.

Bills pile up. Diagnoses come back. Relationships strain. Fear whispers in the dark.

But Christmas didn’t bring us a fragile Savior. It brought us a Mighty God wrapped in flesh.

The same hands that held nails are the hands that flung stars into space.

The same voice that whispered peace to children still speaks peace to storms.

The same Savior who walked dusty roads still walks into impossible situations today.

You may feel weak, but He is Mighty.

You may feel worn down, but He is Mighty.

You may feel like you’re barely holding on, but He is Mighty.

And here’s the good news, friend.

The Mighty God is not distant.

He is not detached. He is not uninterested.

Unto us a child is born. Unto us a son is given.

He came for you. He stands with you. He fights for you.

So take a deep breath today.

You don’t have to be mighty.

You don’t have to have it all together. You don’t have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders.

You belong to the Mighty God.

And that changes everything.