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Kelly Russell's avatar

I've lived in my fair share of "tents." Growing up in a military family will do that. Marrying a realtor will do that, too. I was a foreigner in a foreign land (Turkey) and a foreigner in familiar lands (Colorado, Texas, Arkansas). We set up "tents" and tore them down, found new friends and lost them, loved churches and left them. How I longed to stay, to be rooted in one place! I've been homesick all my life, always longing for a permanent dwelling. And that ache in my chest? It's only growing stronger. No "tent" will ease it. I know now what it is I'm truly longing for: my Father's kingdom. And I will be happily homesick until I am finally and fully at home with Him.

Kimmie Vogt's avatar

Confession I love tents in this life. The mobility and promise of something more simple. You have what you have, nothing more. You are mobile and not tied to worldly possessions. This idea is crazy for some.

Yet when I think of this for our bodies isn’t that exactly what we truly are longing for? Simplicity. Dwelling with our Lord. Letting the spirit work. Getting out of the way so He can work in our lives. Doing this daily, doing it without distraction. I long for that day.

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