She gently pulled open the zipper to the door of her tent, making sure no one or thing had made it's nest on the bed, before climbing in and closing the entrance behind her.
Once again, she would make this humble aboad her own tonight. She reminded herself she wasn't homeless, and thanked the good Lord for a roof over her head, a good mattress and warm cover for the cool of the night, and for the mesh screens of the tent. She was grateful that it was approaching Fall, and not Winter, and that she was in a safe woods near her sisters house, not somewhere in the wilderness.
This place had become her home for more than a week now, with the rest of her belongings stuffed into her lovely green Honda. Yes, her cloths were often wrinkled and sometimes she couldn't find her white pearl earrings, but at least she had food, clothing, and shelter! And most of all, she was not alone, because her Abba Father is with her, and in every space around her, even a tent.
Her feelings surprised her. Hadn't she thought that a living in a tent until she came across the right place would be fine, even an adventure? But alas, it was quite unsettling and brought to surface a deep insecurity and reality that she didn't belong. Or did she? Yes she always belonged, yes to the one who created her, adopted her, chose her, and loved her unconditionally. Even in a tent...she belonged.
So that day, she chose to feel the reality of her circumstances, feel the sadness and loss of not having a place to call home, but then to worship, and ask her Heavenly Father once again, to meet her needs. He was always good. Even in a tent.
He always loved her. Even in a tent.
She was not alone. Even in a tent.
And she was growing, learning, and being strengthened. Even in a tent.
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