The joys of tent camping

I don't know if you are a camper? I like Swiss army knives, back packs, camping stoves, sub zero sleeping bags, NASA space food that will never rot and Subaru Outback wagons that will go through anything. Problem is that I only like those things to look at but not to enjoy. I have tried camping a few times, we even received a nice tent for our wedding and it is safe in the box still. No bears mauling our backpacks or eating the food we did not prepare over the slow fire. Several years ago I went camping in the South Texas desert with a good friend of mine and we were going to tent camp the whole time. We stopped at a Target on the way and picked up a "nice" tent from the shelf. We did talk about what the difference was between a $15 tent and a maybe $50 one? We agreed that it was a name thing and we bought the bargain bin tent. Have you ever seen those icons that show you have many people can fit in the tent. 2 or maybe 3 stick guys are lying down in what is your tent footprint. Well this tent did not have a footprint of 2 grown men, more like 2 toddlers. When the sun sets in the desert it gets cold, so we had no choice but to set up the mini-me version of a $50 tent. I was wearing a hoodie shirt to make sure that I would not die in my sleep or wake up with frostbitten ears. We helped each other get in the tent because it was not possible for 2 people to move around in our Texas outpost of doom. When we finally fell asleep....I woke up... with my hoodie mangled around my face. I was freaking out;the space constraining every move. I literally could not breathe. My friend reached over and rescued me from my shirt. The story still goes to this day that Martin saved my life that day and a few times since then. As for camping, it sounds really nice in a big RV.
Many people have asked about me going home to Denmark and what it means to me. I am so excited to know where we are going next, I am excited to be with family again and to be part of the church that is sprouting there. However, my understanding of life through the last 14 years of not being home and being home is that home is not anywhere where I have been. The fact that this earth is not my home has become so much more clear to me, because I always feel like a foreigner here or there or anywhere. I am a tent camper on this planet with all the space constraints. I may have cool gadgets but it is still a temporary dwelling missing amenities.

Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling....