One Last Time

About two weeks ago, our tent's zipper got snagged and we were barely able to zip up the tent for the night. Thereafter, each night we carefully zipped up the tent only one time: when everyone was ready for bed. And we only unzipped it one time: when everyone was ready to get out of bed. Put simply, the tent was on its last leg. On our last night in the tent--in the very middle of the night--it began to rain. Since we place our tent on a tarp, we knew that the tarp had to be completely tucked under the tent, otherwise, the rain would begin to pool under the tent and began to seep through. So when I woke up and heard the rain, I knew that I needed to quickly tuck the tarp under the tent. But we faced a predicament: what if we couldn't zip up the tent again? As such, we opted to allow the water to pool under the tent. And, sure enough, before long, it started to come through the tent and onto our mats. Thankfully, it never got our sleeping bags wet. In the morning, we unzipped the tent and the zipper completely broke. It never ceases to amaze me how God watches over us in such seemingly, trivial matters. Don't forget to thank Him when you realize that He has been good to you.