"Not by Might Nor by Power, but by My Spirit"

 

"Not by Might Nor by Power, but by My Spirit"

Zechariah 4:6


The strength you’ve lost was never your anchor.
The power you long for is already near.
The Spirit of the Lord is not delayed—
He is quietly building in unseen places.


Key Verse

“This is the word of the LORD to Zerubbabel: ‘Not by might nor by power, but by my Spirit,’ says the LORD Almighty.”
— Zechariah 4:6


This is not the end of you.
You are not too late, too broken, or too weary for God to move.
In fact, this—right here—is the very place He begins.

When all your striving has run dry, and your plans lie scattered like dust, the Spirit of the Lord draws near—not with demands, but with divine whispers. Not to burden you with more effort, but to lift the weight you were never meant to carry.

The word given to Zerubbabel came during a time of discouragement and delay. A temple lay in ruins. The work had stalled. Hearts were faint. But heaven did not respond with pressure—it answered with promise: “Not by might, nor by power, but by My Spirit.”

This is still His word to you.
Not by your effort.
Not by your performance.
But by His breath.


When the Mountain Looms Before You

Zerubbabel stood before a mountain of impossibility—the unfinished temple, the pressure of leadership, the apathy of the people. God saw the mountain and declared:
“Who are you, O great mountain? Before Zerubbabel you shall become a plain.” (Zechariah 4:7)

That mountain didn’t shrink because Zerubbabel became stronger. It bowed because the Spirit was at work.

You too may be facing a mountain—an illness, a decision, a wilderness of waiting. You’ve tried strategy. You’ve exhausted strength. Now, the Spirit speaks:

“Be still, and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10)

The winds of the Spirit can level what human might cannot move.
He does not push you to climb—He calls the mountain to submit.


The Sacred Work in Small Beginnings

It is easy to miss the Spirit’s movement when it comes as a whisper and not a wind. Easy to overlook the holy when it arrives small.

God told them, “Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin.” (Zechariah 4:10, NLT)

Your healing may not be loud.
Your breakthrough may not be instant.
But even a flicker of hope in the ashes delights the Lord.

Perhaps you've started praying again.
Perhaps you showed up to worship with an aching heart.
Perhaps you offered forgiveness, even through tears.

These are not small things. These are the very beginnings the Spirit breathes upon.

He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. (Isaiah 40:29)


When Strength Fails, the Spirit Lifts

You were never expected to carry it all.
God doesn’t admire your independence.
He honors your surrender.

The Spirit is drawn to weakness—not to shame you, but to shelter you.
Like the wind, He is unseen but never absent.
Like breath, He comes quietly but sustains fully.

“My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.” (2 Corinthians 12:9)

This is the secret strength of the weary:
They are carried.
And so are you.


So return to the promise, dear one.
This journey was never meant to be powered by your might or fueled by your striving. The same Spirit who hovered over the deep, who raised Christ from the grave, now hovers over your life with power and gentleness. His Word still stands:
“Not by might, nor by power, but by My Spirit.”
And what He begins by His Spirit, He will also complete.

You may not see it all change today. But something unseen is already shifting.
What seemed buried is being watered. What felt abandoned is being restored.
The Spirit is not late—and He never fails to finish what He starts.


Reflection Prompts

·       Where have I relied more on effort than on surrender?

·       What has looked small or unfinished in my life that God might be rejoicing over?

·       Have I allowed the Spirit space to breathe in the areas I’ve tried to control?


Short Prayer

Spirit of God, I yield.
Move in the places I cannot fix, fill what I cannot feel.
Make what is dry, alive again.
Not by my strength, but by You.
Amen.


Whisper

You don’t have to be enough—
You only have to be open.
The Spirit will go where surrender makes room,
And He will finish what He starts.

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