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@ Dani
2024-09-13 23:27:37
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"Mr. Tentmaker, it was nice living in this tent it was strong and secure and the sun was shining and the air was warm. But, Mr Tentmaker, it’s scary now. My tent is acting like it’s not going to hold together. The poles seem weak, and they shift with the wind. An a couple of the stakes here wiggled loose from the sand, and worst of all, the canvas has a rip. It no longer protects me from the beating rain or the stinging flies. Its scary in here, mr. Tentmaker. Last week I was sent to the repair shop and some repairman tried to path the rip in my canvas. It didn’t help much though, because the patched pulled away from the edges and now the tear is worse. What troubled me most, Mr. Tentmaker, is that the repairman didn’t seem to notice I was still in the tent. They just worked on the canvas while I shivered inside. I cried out once, but no one heard me. I guess my first real question is: Why did you give me such a flimsy tent? I can see by looking around the campground that some of the tents are much stronger and more stable than mine. Why Mr. Tent maker, did you pick a tent of such poor quality for me? And even more important, what do you intend to do about it?
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God speaks: Oh little tent dweller, as the Creator and Provider of tents, I know all about you and your tent, and I love you both. I made a tent for myself once, and I lived in it on your campground. My tent was vulnerable too, and some vicious attackers ripped it to pieces while I was still in it. It was a terrible experience, but you’ll be glad to know they couldn’t hurt me. In fact, the whole occurrence was a tremendous advantage because it is this very victory over my enemy that frees me to be a present help to you. **Little tent dweller, I am now prepared to come and live in your tent with you, if you will invite me.** You will learn as we dwell together that real security comes from my being in your tent with you. When the storms come, you can huddle in my arms and I’ll hold you. When the canvas rips, we will go to the repair shop together. But someday, little tent dweller, your tent will collapse, for I have only designed it for temporary use. When it does, you and I will leave together. I promise not to leave before you do. And then, free of all that would hinder or restrict, we will move to our permanent home and together forever rejoice and be glad."
By Roselyn Aronson