This past week has been unseasonably warm—so warm that we were able to sleep outside in our “sukkah” (i.e., a tent). The nights were mild and beautiful, and we enjoyed a restful night of sleep in the fresh night air.
Friday, the temperature dropped, and the wind increased. I figured my children would sleep inside where it was warm. But no, they wanted to camp out, and they convinced me to join them.
We dressed warmly and took extra blankets outside. Like butterflies in cocoons, we snuggled inside sleeping bags with blankets piled on top.
I was enjoying the coziness when I sensed wetness. (It had poured that morning, and my sleeping mat and bag was beside the tent window.)
For a moment, I contemplated returning to my soft, warm bed but decided that since we had made the effort to drag extra blankets out to the tent, we would make the best of it.
I abandoned the damp sleeping bag for the other side of the tent and again wrapped myself in blankets.
Unlike the previous night’s calm air and relaxing sleep, the extreme windy conditions seemed to mock my attempts at sleeping as it whipped the protective tarp we had secured over the tent.
My mind imagined the howling wind yanking the tent pegs and transporting us into another “world,” like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz.
Fortunately, our tent stayed intact and the kids got more sleep than I did.
The kids are planning to sleep outside again tonight (even though it’s a little colder).
And I might just join them. After all, it is Sukkot!
Job 37:9 “From the chamber of the south comes the whirlwind, and cold from the scattering winds of the north.”
John 3:8 “The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear the sound of it, but cannot tell where it comes from and where it goes. So is everyone who is born of the Spirit.”
2 thoughts on “Sleeping Out for Sukkot”
Such a memorable experience. Are you also part-Jew Mrs. Keller? I thought it was only Sir Keller who is a Jew. I am very sorry we were not able to get to know each other well during your visit in my church to arrange the date for my wedding with Joseph. 🙂
I took a DNA test, and I have a very, VERY small percentage of Jewish ancestry (which is exciting to think even if it is such a small percentage). I still consider myself a Gentile, a wild olive branch grafted into the body of Messiah.
Our family is involved in starting the first Messianic Jewish congregation in our area. Scriptures have become more exciting as I’ve learned more about Jewish festivals and customs. Yeshua (Jesus) celebrated the Jewish festivals and each festival points to Him. He is the real reason we celebrate all these feasts.
Maynard has always spoken highly of both you and Joseph. I am glad we were part of your pre-wedding arrangements.