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Topic: Mother (as in maternal parent) (04/24/08)
TITLE: A Firm Foundation
By Allison Egley
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It wasn't much of a prayer, I'll admit, but it was all I could come up with at the time. When my husband came to me with his message from God, I was sure he was off his rocker. I thought he had sold himself to the Devil.
But then God revealed it to me too.
Why, God? I don't understand. Our only son?
My child, My ways are not your ways.
I chucked aloud. "You've made that clear time and time again, Lord."
With a sigh, I sat down on the old chair. The only thing I could do was hope. Hope and pray. The only problem was I wasn't doing much praying. I just didn't have the words. Thankfully, the Good Lord understands silence just as well.
I didn't know how long my husband would be gone. Three days? Four? More? It had already seemed like a week, but judging by the sun, it had only been a few hours since my husband left with our son.
I could only hope my husband was having better luck forming words than I was. He'd have to keep our son occupied on the long journey. Actually... no. I take that back. Our son was enough of a chatterbox that my husband would only have to offer an occasional "Uh huh" or "Really?"
I sat in silence for a brief moment before my grief finally overwhelmed me. "Isaac! My son!" I let out a wail, but silence hung in the air as it caught in my throat and I fell to my knees. I pounded my fist into the ground repeatedly, as if I were willing my heart to keep beating. I don't know how long I sat like that, but as I looked outside again, I noticed the sun was setting.
I love you, my dear Sarah. My plans are not your plans.
I didn't offer anything in response. The Lord knew my anguish.
I offer you peace, if only you will accept it.
Peace? I didn't think it was possible. "But how, Lord?"
Come to Me. Lay your head in My hands.
I rested my head on my pallet and took a deep breath, as I remembered Isaac in his younger years. He gave Abraham energy I never knew he had. They chased each other around the land all day. Why, you'd have thought that Abraham was a sprightly seventy! I drifted off to sleep that night with a grin on my face and a peace in my heart. The Lord was good.
Time began to blur. I really don't remember how long it was. The Lord kept my mind occupied, and that peace remained in my heart. Oh, there were plenty of times when I called out to Him in desperation, but I heard His audible voice comforting me again and again.
I even managed to laugh a couple times. I knew Isaac would have to know of the plan eventually. Isaac could easily overcome Abraham. I chuckled as I pictured Isaac picking up his father over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, with Abraham pounding on his back and demanding to be put back on firm ground.
Isaac would have to be a willing sacrifice. And I knew he would be. He respected our Lord and his earthy father too much.
As I thought of dear Isaac, tears stung my eyes, and laughter reached my ears. Laughter? I heard it again in the distance. It could only be Abraham. But... laughter?
I ran out the door, and as I peered into the distance, I saw not the three men I was expecting, but four. Could it be?
"Lord?" I asked expectantly, my eyes turned heavenward. I looked out again.
"Isaac? Isaac? Is that really you?"
I ran towards him, my vision obscured by tears of joy.
"Mom! Just wait until Dad and I tell you what happened!"
"Shhh. Not now, my son. I know the Lord spared you, and that's all I need to know for now."
I wrapped my arms around my son as we walked into the house. Abraham and his two servants watched at a distance. I was so overwhelmed. The only way to describe my feelings would be to say it felt like I gave birth to Isaac all over again. A new birth. A new birth that would one day signify the Ultimate Sacrifice.
Based on Genesis 22
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