Pulling A Hagar

Josephine is staring down her 50th year of life and has never had a circle of gold wrapped around her left ring finger.

That fact bothers and saddens her.

As I tried to share words of encouragement, rancor crackled in her voice as she nearly cut me off.

“I’ve heard all that before,” she said. She quickly wiped away a tear before it could spill down her face.

“It used to help me. But I’m tired of waiting.”

Whenever I think of Christian women who are single, the train of thought always leads to biblical women who were childless.

Their stories of longing are abundant throughout the Bible and are rich with emotion.

And while the object of yearning is not the same, the intensity is.

Bitter envy, furious frustration, teary grief, and pure passion are seen in both wishes.

And the elongated duration of either condition, singleness or childlessness, can lead to pulling a Hagar.

Sarai, like Josephine, was tired of waiting.

The couple was well into their golden years; her husband, Abram, in his nineties and Sarai in her eighties.

God knew their desire and had promised Abram a son. But ten years had passed since then without the slightest hint of morning sickness.

So Sarai, anxious, impatient, and convinced of God’s forgetfulness, decided to fulfill the desire herself:

“Sarai, Abram’s wife, hadn’t yet produced a child. She had an Egyptian maid named Hagar. Sarai said to Abram, “God has not seen fit to let me have a child. Sleep with my maid. Maybe I can get a family from her.” (Genesis 16:1-2)

But Sarai didn’t get the family she wanted.

She got drama instead.

“When Hagar learned she was pregnant, she looked down on her mistress. Sarai told Abram, “It’s all your fault that I’m suffering this abuse. I put my maid in bed with you and the minute she knows she’s pregnant, she treats me like I’m nothing. May God decide which of us is right.” “You decide,” said Abram. “Your maid is your business.” Sarai was abusive to Hagar and Hagar ran away.” (Genesis 16:4-6)

Heavy yearning can blind eyes and invite trouble instead of turning it away.

I imagine that Sarai’s faith and hope had dwindled down to such a wisp that being a stepmother of sorts was better than being a mother of none.

But that arrangement was not arranged by God.

Sarai and Abram’s promised son eventually did arrive just the way God intended.

But the effects of Sarai’s tactic were still felt years later.

In the midnight moments, when the last drop of faith has evaporated, it’s tempting to pull a Hagar.

But it’s even wiser to wait for God. 

Mardi Gras

Nancy’s red curls bounced as she arranged the cakes on the table.

“You have two choices,” she said cheerfully. “Raspberry and cinnamon.”

We were nowhere near New Orleans but that didn’t mean we couldn’t celebrate Mardi Gras. On a gray Tuesday morning, Nancy decided to brighten up our work day with a sugary breakfast of King Cake.

As I cut a slice of the cinnamon, Nancy told me the history of the office king cake and the recipients of the storied plastic baby.

“Rona got it last year and she ended up getting married. The year before last, Clarice got it and ended up pregnant. Ernest got it the year before that and his wife got pregnant.”

I giggled and began to walk to my desk with my slice in hand. “Well, let’s hope I don’t get it!”

The next morning when I got to my desk, sitting in a jumbled nest of violet and turquoise beads, was a tiny smiling baby.

For sure, I know I’m not  and won’t be expecting. So let’s see what else the year brings… 🙂

Gray Matters

I was so sure 8 hours ago.

I had just received a job offer for a position I had been praying about and really wanted. I was overjoyed and had thanked God profusely.

But that evening as I mentally rewound the day’s events, the euphoric solidity I held in my hands began to soften.

Did God really want me to take that job?

Maybe I got ahead of Him…

Maybe I’m making a mistake…

I began to doubt and wonder if I hadn’t been following God’s leading. But during a conversation with my sister, she said something interesting:

“Satan lives in gray. He creates it to confuse, deceive, and make you question.”

Gray. Those pieces of life that, unpredictably and without reason, go from clear to vague.

An issue becomes as foggy as a moist morning, as fuzzy as nearsighted vision.

Whenever God speaks to His people, imparts His wisdom, and reaffirms His love, satan always tries to smudge His meaning, cloud His intent, and dispute His words.

Since creation, he has tangled black and white into a DNA helix twist to create gray messes.

In Genesis 2, God clearly tells Adam he may eat of any tree in the Garden of Eden except the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.

Yet, in the following chapter, satan, in the form of a snake, asks Eve,

“Did God really say you must not eat the fruit from any of the trees in the garden?”

Did he really say it?

There could be no mistake. The Lord clearly stated which trees were good for food.

But the clarity suddenly becomes hazy when it’s seemingly challenged, repeated by an adversary.  It’s then reduced to null when satan exclaims,

 “You won’t die [if you eat from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil]! God knows that your eyes will be opened as soon as you eat it, and you will be like God, knowing both good and evil.”

A lie.

It all goes downhill from there.

It’s amazing to see how we can go from knowing the absolute truth from the mouth of God to believing the absolute untruth from satan.

All because satan made what was crystal clear into opaque gray.

Reminded that gray is not part of the rainbow


Psalm 19:8:

 The commands of the LORD are clear, 
      giving insight for living.