After Hebrews 11:1-3, 11-12
She laughs when
she hears the promise:
What? Pregnant
at my age? Who are
you kidding? I’m old,
I’m barren, I’m dried
up and dried out.
My time to bear
children is long past.
Don’t ridicule me
like that. It’s cruel
to say such things,
to even suggest I
might bear a child.
It’s outrageous to say
that. You don’t know
how long I prayed,
how long I begged and
pleaded. And now,
the possibility long
gone, you sit there,
and you wonder why
I laugh.
Photograph by Ivana Cajina via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Friday Readings
Memoir and Remains of Robert Murray M’Cheyne: A Reader’s Guide to a Christian Classic – Jordan Stone at Desiring God.
The Language of the Birds – poem by Amy Nemecek at Kingdom Poets (D.S. Martin).
Paradise Dimmed: Are we losing the greatest poem in the English language? – Jaspreet Singh Boparai at The Spectator.
Better with Love – poem by Russel Winnick at Society of Classical Poets.
Afraid I would have laughed, too, Glynn, but I would want with all my heart to believe and trust God's Word.
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