The Wall at the “Y”

Lately, every time I pass a certain wall at the YMCA, it tugs at my heart. This past Saturday, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I snapped a picture. I had to show you. 

Monday morning I rested my fingertips on my laptop keys. Such a magnificent wall. Thank You.

Lord, remember when I felt like quitting earlier this year? I fell into a deep dark hole of fear and doubt. What if I mess up? Don’t get it just right?

I ended up like Jonah in the belly of the whale.

I tried to quit writing. Decided to become a nurse. A hairstylist. A cashier.  Anything but write. 

I studied the picture of the big red wall.

Lord, You’re the Good Shepherd. So patient. You stayed by my side.

From my office loft window, I spotted a cardinal flit by the trees. He hurried on his busy way. You’re the Everlasting God.

I sipped my coffee. Whispered the words on the wall. Probed a little deeper.

When I felt stupid, You showed me Mercy. You didn’t give up on me.

You’re my Redeemer. The Name Above All Names.

Yahweh. 

There’s no peace without You. You’re my Prince of Peace.

More praises rose up. 

I can’t do life without You. You’re The Way, The Truth, The Life.

I can’t write without You. Can’t love without You. Can’t live without You.

You’re my Bread of Life. You’re every name painted on that big red wall and so many more!

Michael W. Smith and Amy Grant singing “Emmanuel.” Or “The Big Red Wall at the ‘Y’.” 🙂

 

 Is there a name for Jesus that stirs your heart?

Love,

Julie