inside the tent
the tent
Bush Camp
After a 5½ hour bus ride and one pit stop on the side of a mountain, we just arrived at bush camp. We’re set up on a 5-acre farm with about 40 safari tents. Granted, the tents are really nice, with zip-up netting and a waterproof floor, and they’re more than tall enough for me to stand up in… but it’s still camping. And I don’t camp.
I’d rather do just about anything than use a PortaPotty. My only bathroom for the next 2 weeks is a squatty potty outhouse. When we were little, we would investigate hotel rooms to make sure they were decent before we agreed to stay there. And now, here I am, lying on my 3-inch foam mattress with a head lamp and a pit latrine.
What am I doing here? I am a girl. A girly-girl. I do not camp. If you told me two years ago that I would live in a tent for two weeks, I would have told you that you needed to go hunting for your ever-loving mind, because you had obviously lost it!
Bush camp is just one more example of God calling me to do things that I can’t do. I cannot live like this. It is utterly and completely beyond me. But God is showing me, over and over, that the things I can’t do are easy for Him. There is absolutely NOTHING that He can’t do. And because I have His Holy Spirit, I can trust Him to give me His power to accomplish what I can’t. Even if it means living in a tent for two weeks.
I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with My righteous right hand. (Isaiah 41:10)
Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but not with God; all things are possible with God.” (Mark 10:27)
Now, will somebody just show me where to plug in my hairdryer???
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