this is so silly, and I’m not even going to apologize for it.

You guys know Tetris?

It’s a great classic game from the 80’s (a decade I only lay 4 months of claim to, but adore just the same). One of my favorite things to come out of the 80’s is easily Tetris – but also Prince, Poison, Molly Ringwald, John Cryer, and Weekend at Bernie’s.

If you’re not familiar, the primary objective of the game is to clear lines of blocks, or make them disappear, as they fall from the top of the screen and settle at the bottom. They’re completed and cleared by the player manipulating the pieces so that they fill horizontal row within the matrix. Pieces move and spin so that they line up evenly at the bottom of the matrix. If you can clear four lines at one time, that’s considered a Tetris. If the rows of pieces reaches the top of the matrix, in short, you lose.

Honestly, though, until my husband mentioned it recently, I’d completely forgotten about a four line Tetris. Most of my strategy in the game, especially in higher levels when new pieces are coming down faster and faster, is just to not stack them so high that the game ends. Like Morgan from The Walking Dead (and now Fear the Walking Dead), my plan is just clear. Clear rows.

Sorry, that’s only partially related, but if I’m going to let my nerd flag fly, I might as well raise as many as I can. Anyway, back to the reason I’m even writing this:

One of the pieces in Tetris is a straight line of four blocks. It’s great because it’s the only way I know how to clear four lines at a time. You stack pieces and leave one, single vertical column empty, then when you get this four block piece, usually in a light blue color, you drop that sucker down in there and BOOM. Tetris.

I usually play Tetris when I’m sleepy because it helps keep me awake. Lately, that’s pretty darn often (holla if you know about that third trimester kind of exhaustion). Every night, my almost 3 year old requires me to lay in bed with him while he drinks some milk and we listen to a white noise mix of ocean and campfire sounds in order for him to fall asleep. The only real problem with this is that I am guaranteed to fall asleep there. Not that I have anything against co-sleeping, but my back definitely has a lot of problems if I sleep on his mattress. So, I play Tetris.

The last few nights have been especially difficult for my little guy. He’s struggled to fall and stay asleep, and he’s been waking around four or five each morning needing help to get back to sleep. All that said, I’ve been playing A LOT more Tetris. And since my husband mentioned the four line clear, I’ve been playing at least the first ten levels or so with that objective.

The other night, in my exhausted mama state, as I lay there watching my little guy drift off, I laughed to myself that these four block pieces are the finishers. And because the Holy Spirit has been so gracious and good to hide the Word on my heart so that every big thing and every silly little thing points me back to Jesus, here I am, at four-something in the morning, uncomfortably tucked into a twin size bed with a toddler who can’t possible take up as much room as he manages to, I’m reflecting on Jesus as the author and finisher of my faith.

And that, my friends, is what it’s like to have a relationship with Jesus. I’m not saying these things define our faith or determine our salvation or anything, but similarly to the way other relationships work, there are always big and little things that cause us to call that person or relationship to mind, and possibly reflect on any number of things about them.

For me, that night, it was just how good Jesus is to come and bail me out. Because in life (uh, and in Tetris) sometimes I get myself into real pickles. I’ve got a big ol’ mountain of troubles (pieces) stacked sky high and it’s looking like my life (this game) juuuust might be over… but then, oh, sweet grace! My Jesus comes along to rescue me and care for me (a four block piece comes and I can clear a bunch of lines and I’m back in the game).

Silly and ridiculous analogy and connection, yes. Yes it is. #sorrynotsorry. I’m tired. And loopy. 99.9% of the time. And Jesus gets it. He SO gets it (he even took naps, okay, it’s in the Bible). And He’s so cool and understanding that He is totally fine meeting me over a game of freaking Tetris in the wee hours of the morning when this mama just can’t. And I LOVE THAT.

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