I know a man who gave up. He packed his few things and his dog and bought a little cabin in the hills. There, apart from everything and everyone he has ever known, he drinks his drink and smokes his smoke. He is bitter and alone says he likes it that way.
No one gives up hope who has a healthy faith in the perfect work of Jesus. There is no end to how God works in the lives of His children, no shortage of blessings, no lack of new beginnings. God is loving, all-powerful and all-knowing. With a parent like that, there is no reason on His green earth to be hopeless, to come to the conclusion that nothing could ever change, that even God has nothing left to give.
But some come to a point in their lives where it hurts too badly to open up every day and look for a ray of sun in their darkness. So they stop looking. They refuse to see the hope and the rays God sends their way. They refuse to ask God for His precious gifts for fear He won’t reply.
So he sits there on his porch with his dog and his own personal view of rolling hills, sunrises, a winding river and a horizon full of possibilities. Some might even call it “God’s country.” That’s got me thinking. My friend may have given up on God, but God has not given up on him.
These all wait for You, that You may give them their food in due season. What You give them they gather in; You open Your hand, they are filled with good. Psalm 104:27-28
Meeting God at the Park 