No Wall is Too Tall for My God.

There is one spot in our house where a lot of noise happens. Our bed.

Theo and Jesse love jumping, rolling, wrestling, until you would think the frame might give out. It is probably their favorite place in the house.

But Jesse cannot get up there on his own yet. The mattress sits just higher than he can reach.

He watches Theo scramble up and vanish into the fun, and he is left at the side with his arms stretched, too small to join the one thing he wants most. He shouts, he cries, he sulks at the foot of the bed. Until lately...

Theo has started climbing back down, standing beside his little brother, pushing him up. And once they are both up there together, the squeals come back louder than before. It is a very sweet sight.

I am a long way past being lifted onto a bed, but my wall at the moment, while relatively small, is these devotionals.

Every morning, I sit down to write one of these, and some mornings the words come easily. Other mornings, I sit down, and there is nothing. No idea, no spark, and people waiting to read it, which only makes the wall feel taller.

So I do what Jesse does. I strain. I try harder, I force sentences, I will an idea into being by sheer effort, and it never works. The harder I push at that wall, the taller it gets.

What I have learned, slowly, is that the way over is to stop. I take my hands off the keys, I pray, and I wait. And so far, every single time, God has dropped a seed. A small idea, an angle, a pain, or a line, I had not thought of, arriving the moment I stopped trying to make it myself.

You have a wall too. It probably is not a bed or a blank page. It is a decision you cannot make, a problem you cannot solve, a door that will not open, however hard you shove it.

And your instinct, like mine, is to push harder. But the straining is often the very thing keeping us at the bottom of it.

King David knew a wall he could not clear on his own. He wrote, “For by you, I advance through a troop. By my God, I leap over a wall.”

He does not say the wall got smaller. It stayed exactly as tall as it had always been. What changed was who he leaned on. He got over it, not by his own strength, but by his God.

So today, I'd encourage you to take your hands off the wall. Be still. Be quiet. Pray, and actually wait.

Ask God to meet you where you are stuck and to lift you where you cannot climb. He has never once left me at the bottom of my wall, and He will not leave you at the bottom of yours.

No wall in front of you is too tall for your God.