Losing My House and Living in a Tent

Losing My House and Living in a Tent

We moved into our dream house last November. I couldn’t believe God had provided such an amazing place for us. Now with some life changes that have happened we find ourselves moving out of the house.

Sometimes I get mad at God because he won’t let me put down roots. Just when I was getting comfortable he sovereignly allowed chaos to be thrown into what was becoming quite an easy life.

I think about the children of Israel, wandering in the desert. For forty years they couldn’t drive their tent stakes too deep. They had to be ready to move. Talk about rootlessness. They wandered because they messed up, but God was still working something into them during that time.

I’m not sure why this stuff happened to me (I might have messed up) but I’m certain he’s working something in me right now. Sure, it’s not fun and there lots of grieving and anger and blame that surfaces during challenging times like this. It hurts. It would be easy for me to complain, but based on experience I know I’d end up looking like a fool.

God won’t let me sacrifice for him. He’s too God for that. He owns the cattle on a thousand hills. He owns my dream house. He knows what’s going on and he’s promised he’s taking me to somewhere good.

So I keep my tent stakes just deep enough to stand against the wind and wait for the cloud to start moving. Then I pull up the stakes and follow.  I’m certain we are heading to a land of milk and honey.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
 Jeremiah 29:11


P.S. We won’t be homeless 🙂  God used some great friends to provide a place for us to live.