Tears of Waiting, Laughter of Promise

She stared into deep space, well at nothing in particular.

Her mind was jumbled with different thoughts each wanting to find expression to the world, heaving a heavy sigh of pain, she bent over, scribbling incoherently on the floor.

Prayed till she didn't know what to pray again. Fasted till she became a shadow of herself.

Not wanting to admit her disappointment in Jehovah, she pursed her lips tightly, trying vigorously hard to prevent the tears from dripping off her velvet eyes, but it was in vain.

The tears poured like a river of living waters just that hers wasn't a life giving tear, it was a painful one, those tears that make one sick.

"But was she not even sick?" She thought within herself.

Sick of everything.

Sick of home.

Sick of life.

Sick of herself.

Her emotions had taken a toll down the road of numbness, her fears multiplying each passing seconds.

The last time she checked she was 25 with smiles all over her chubby, round face, but now!!! 89 yet... but... nothing to show for it. Absolutely nothing!

"But's” has been her everyday language, she just can't remember the last time she said " and."

Wishing to die as she felt there was no usefulness to her existence on Earth, she plucked a blossoming rose flower beside her, inhaling it deeply.

Her mind wandered again to the silly mistake she made all in a bid to find a solution to her problems.

Man made solutions always brought nothing but more pain and problems, she learnt that in a hard way though.

Thinking of the strange visit her family had a month ago, she scoffed. As the case seems to be, all she could do was just to think day and night, not that it added or brought solutions, at least it seems to be a way out even though it was no way out.

Dusting her backside, she went into their tent avoiding her irreversible mistake.

* * *

"Can this be true? She whispered, afraid shouting might endanger her life and her unexpected gift from God.

My Lord, is this true?"

Her Lord nodded happily, scared of speaking the wrong words.

The long term prayers were about to be answered, seems so good to be true.

God, the mysterious one, decided to prove himself mighty in their life despite her unbelief. But was it her fault? She just became tired of it all, smiling wholeheartedly, she rubbed her expected gift from Jehovah.

"Wheeeh, wheeh, wheeeh." Her gift arrived safely in her tent.

The more he cried, the more she felt happy. His cries were as music in her ears, melodies in her hearts.

Finally!!!

"Who would have thought that I, Sarah, the wife of Abraham, would deliver a child in my old age?" She asked tearfully, holding her bundle of joy tenderly, deep love filled her velvet eyes. This time around, it wasn't a tear of sadness, it was a tear of living waters flowing down her cheeks.

"And he shall be called Issac— for he brought laughter to me in my old age." Abraham said dedicating his promise from Jehovah back to Jehovah."

"Yes, he shall be called Issac." Sarah affirmed.

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