The Seattle rain is doing its October thing–pouring, puddling, splattering–and the cold gray world matches my mood.

A windstorm blew through last night and fractured one of the oldest trees in town….an apt picture of the chasm created again by the world gone crazy with pain.

Three hours north of me last Friday, a high school student opened fire at point blank range and killed his girlfriend, himself and critically injured his two cousins. On purpose.

The only image I see when I close my eyes is one of teenagers moving slowly across an expanse of lawn, gingerly stepping to safety, hands raised in surrender.

To say what?
‘We’re here in plain sight and we give up?’

We give up trying to figure out the tell tale signs.
We give up listening for clues.
We give up wondering if we’re next.

We just.give.up.

Today I want to give up, too.
Give up happy. Give up joy. 

Some days the words fall apart and the joy is gone.

But God is okay with that. The day before I finished reading an insightful book, “Playdates with God” by Laura Boggess. She writes of a similar feeling in the chapter, “Rain, Rain, Go Away.”  

It feels like God doesn’t play fair, and life is not all fun and games.  Sometimes, it’s all we can do to just stand at the kitchen sink, lie on our beds, spilling our hearts, “God, I do not want to play with you today.”

And He says, “I know.”

“But God, there is no joy. Happiness is far away.  I can’t do this dance anymore.”

Then He whispers, “Yes, you can. We can. Together.”

And in the middle of your sad and quiet and sorry, He is there, holding you close, saying, “There, there, it’ll be all right. Put one foot in front of the other and lean in close. I’m here. You’re safe.”

And that’s enough.

Laura Boggess’ book ‘Playdates with God’ is more than a book about intentional fun and purposeful joy….it is also full of stories about finding God in the hard and humbling times as well.  Each chapter speaks volumes. 
You can order “Playdates” here.
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