Then Abram moved his tent and came and dwelt by the oaks of Mamre, which are in Hebron, and there he built an altar to the Lord.
– Genesis 13:18
We should be able to tell the Lord, “I live in a tent. I am not rooted. I will go where You lead. I will do what You ask. I will walk the way which You choose. I can pack up my tent and start my journey anytime. I am here waiting for Your leading.” As Mary Gardiner Brainard wrote in her hymn:
Where He may lead I’ll follow,
My trust in Him repose;
And every hour in perfect peace, I’ll sing,
“‘He knows, He knows”
Adapted from A Sketch of Genesis,
by Titus Chu; page 92.
Tomorrow: “A Life of the Tent” (3)