Desert Tales 6

  I watched Isaac grow and every day brought more joy than the previous one. I never ceased to be amazed at the miracle that was Isaac; born after twenty four years of promise, to a one hundred year old man and a post-menopausal ninety year old woman. My heir, God’s heritage. Unlike Ishmael, my…

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Desert Tales 5

One year passed in a blur. It was an interesting year. Seeing a ninety year old woman waddle was enough amusement to brighten the day. I would chuckle anytime she was trying to stand up from her favorite chair and she would raise her eyebrows at me and that would send me into a fit…

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Desert Tales 4

  God has been wonderful to me. Till date I am amazed at His goodness to me and His faithfulness and loving-kindness. He called me from obscurity, a rich, childless and unhappy man and made me a father of nations- the chosen nation that has His seal even till this day. He called me His…

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Desert Tales 3

    Ishmael. My first born son. My estranged son. My vengeful son. I was eighty six years old when he was born. I had agreed to Sarah’s request of sleeping with Hagar, her handmaid and getting a son by her. I remember that night vividly. Hagar had come into my bedchamber and Sarah had…

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Desert Tales 2

    On the eve of my eighty-sixth birthday, I could not sleep. I was troubled and after rolling on the bed for hours, I stood up and decided to take a walk. I remembered the first night that I arrived in Canaan, how I had been so excited and could not sleep. I finally…

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