God did things his way and in his time, and things were not always what they seemed. He could be trusted, but he was not predictable. This much he had learned, or perhaps was still learning. How could he explain this to Sarah? How could he expect her to hope again when he could give her none of the assurances she would expect?
Without your intervention, we walk in the futility of our own minds, our understanding darkened. Like blind men we grope. Don’t allow us to be excluded from the life of God because of our stubborn ignorance, because of the hardness of our hearts …
Where in her life had she made the Wrong Turn? What had she done to deserve a barren womb? And where was God in all of this? What was the good of a God who controlled all things, if at best, he forgot you, or at worst, botched everything up?
If Chipotle’s Mexican Grill made a kale salad, I imagine this is what it would taste like. Chipotle’s are you listening? Kale, massaged with olive oil until the leaves are supple and glossy, topped with all your favorite southwestern flavors, and tossed with a spicy honey vinaigrette. Add your favorite grilled meat, maybe a few tortilla chips, and you have a nutritious summer meal.
By the time she discovered the spring, her head was hot and throbbing. Dirt streaked across her face where her tears had mingled with the wilderness dust. Hagar sat down to rest, splashing the cool water on her face. For the first time since she left, she realized she had no plan.