So she said to Abraham, “Drive out this slave with her son, for the son of this slave will not be a coheir with my son Isaac!”
Now this was a very difficult thing for Abraham because of his son. But God said to Abraham, “Do not be concerned about the boy and your slave. Whatever Sarah says to you, listen to her, because your offspring will be traced through Isaac. But I will also make a nation of the slave’s son because he is your offspring.”
Early in the morning Abraham got up, took bread and a waterskin, put them on Hagar’s shoulders, and sent her and the boy away. She left and wandered in the Wilderness of Beer-sheba. When the water in the skin was gone, she left the boy under one of the bushes. Then she went and sat down nearby, about a bowshot away, for she said, “I can’t bear to watch the boy die!” So as she sat nearby, she wept loudly.
God heard the voice of the boy, and the angel of God called to Hagar from heaven and said to her, “What’s wrong, Hagar? Don’t be afraid, for God has heard the voice of the boy from the place where he is. Get up, help the boy up, and support him, for I will make him a great nation.” Then God opened her eyes, and she saw a well of water. So she went and filled the waterskin and gave the boy a drink. God was with the boy, and he grew; he settled in the wilderness and became an archer. He settled in the Wilderness of Paran, and his mother got a wife for him from the land of Egypt.
On this Lenten, rainy, Marchy morning, we offer up the children we carry. As mothers, you built us inside and out to carry our children. Sometimes this carrying exhausts to the point of hopelessness. We wonder if you’ve forgotten us, out in this desert, thrown away for others you favor more.
But that is not who YOU are! You call us, the forgotten ones, “Ishamel,” and “Samuel.” You name our children “God has heard” so that we are reminded in the desert every day: WE ARE YOURS.
When all is lost, you send messengers. When we are thirsty, a well appears.
How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you.
We offer our children up to their real Father this morning, and we pray for peace. We pray for wells in the desert to drink from, to watch and marvel at your provision while we raise wilderness children.
Glory be to you alone.
Bless you all this week.