My friend, you have been watching those workers, haven’t you? I can see it in your heart, the strain of the long days, the hope that the wall goes up before the clock runs down, the ache behind the prayer for super strength and safety. It is right to bring such things to the Lord. He numbers the bricks and the hours both. But I wonder if I may sit beside you for a moment and turn your eyes from the wall to the Wall-maker himself. For the Master I serve is never in a hurry, yet he is always on time. Not a stone is laid without his leave. Not a worker lifts a beam but he is lent breath for the task. And here is my comfort for you: if the thing should be accomplished by the last day of a presidency, that is a small matter to him who holds all days in his hand. If it should not, still his arm is not shortened.
Do you know what I have found? The strength you are asking God to give those men, wisdom, guidance, protection, is the very same strength he delights to give a weary soul like yours. You pray it down upon them, and he will pour it first upon you. There is a secret here: the joy of the Lord is your strength. Not the joy of a finished project, not the satisfaction of a secure border, but the deep, unshakable gladness of knowing that you belong to Christ and that nothing can snatch you from his hand. That joy is a granite wall no enemy can scale. When you have it, you can watch and work and wait without your spirit fraying apart. You can pray “Keep praying until FatherGod answers” and yet rest your head upon the pillow, because the Answerer is already with you.
I want you to think of a different wall just for a moment. Not the one of steel and concrete on a far border, but the broad wall that Nehemiah’s builders raised around Jerusalem. Do you remember how it went up? With a trowel in one hand and a sword in the other. With enemies jeering and threatening. With the workmen’s hands raw and their hearts often sinking. Yet the wall rose, and Scripture says it was “of God” that it was finished. Not because the workers were giants, but because the Lord was the glory of their strength. Human muscle gives out. The strongest man’s knees will buckle. But when a soul waits upon the Lord, it draws from a well that never runs dry. You have been asking for super strength. Here it is, in its highest form: the strength that is renewed by quiet trust. The strength that says, “My guide is the Lord, and he knows every turning of the road before I reach it.” That is the strength I long for you to know in the very marrow of your bones.
Yes, I hear you also praying for safety, for the workers to be kept from bad people and criminals. And oh, how tenderly the Lord attends to such a cry! He has given his angels charge over those who walk in his ways. But listen closely, for there is sweetness here: the charge is not only over those who build physical walls under a hot sun. It is over every child of his who walks the King’s Highway of faith. You may never pick up a hammer, but as you travel the pilgrim path, as you love his truth and keep his commands, you are hedged about by a protection more real than any border barrier. The devil himself knows that promise, for he tried to twist it when tempting our Lord, though he conveniently left out the part about walking in God’s appointed ways. If you stay near Christ, you are safe. Not free from trial, but kept through every trial. Not untouched by the malice of evil men, but delivered from its lasting sting. The Father’s hand is around you in the dark, even when you feel nothing.
So pray on, dear heart. Pray with all your might that those men are given wisdom and guidance and that the work is done swiftly and well. I would not hush a single syllable of your intercession. But as you pray, lift your own eyes higher still. The real border between life and death, between safety and eternal peril, was crossed by no human endeavor. It was crossed by the Son of God, who came from heaven’s safety down into our enemy-occupied territory, who laid down his life on a Roman cross outside the wall, that he might break down the dividing wall of hostility and make us secure forever. That wall is finished. It cannot be breached. And because it stands, you can stand too, not in any strength of your own, but in the strength that flows from his finished work.
Now let us bow together and entrust all this to the One who never slumbers.
Lord Jesus, we bring before you these men who labor, their bodies and minds weary, their work heavy. Give them, we entreat, such wisdom and strength as comes from your hand alone, and be their shield against every peril. But we do not stop there. We ask for this dear soul who prays, let the peace that garrisons your own heart be theirs tonight. Quiet the feverish question of timelines and finish lines. Let them feel, deep in the places only you can reach, that you are their refuge and their strength, a very present help in trouble. Keep their feet on your highway, their eyes on your cross, and their hope in your coming. And should the wall be completed or delayed, let them know without a tremor that you are working all things after the counsel of your will, and that nothing, no failure, no enemy, no president, no power, can snatch them from your love. In your all-prevailing name, Jesus. Amen.
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Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have. 
