Underwater: Freeform crochet throw, in progress
God promised Abraham and Sarah the impossible. Or perhaps more accurately, he waited so long that the fulfillment of promise became impossible. The years passed and he watched them replay his words, hoping and afraid to hope. He saw the tears and felt their emptiness as they watched each other grow old. He knew the […]
She did not like the idea of her husband being with another woman, especially not her maid, and she was glad that part was over. Was it her imagination, or was Hagar patronizing her?
“We have the fire and the wood, but where is the lamb for the burnt offering?”
“Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love … . Abraham’s heart had dropped to the pit of his stomach. He could feel the sweat cold on his temples, as he thought, “Lord, could this please not be a hard request, another stretching, another move beyond my comfort zone?” He had wanted to cover his ears, but he could not cover God’s mouth, and God had continued as if he had not known Abraham’s desperate thoughts, as if it did not matter.
Abraham turned to his son, the rope stretched between trembling hands. Isaac looked at his father, and a hoarse whisper escaped his lips, “Father … .”
He was not a coward. No, not in many things. But he had an irrational fear, a foreboding almost, that someone might kill him to get at Sarah.