Eleven century BC
With one hand gently caressing her swollen belly, she looked out the upper room window at her husband of seven years as he ploughed the fields with his servants.
Seven years of barrenness; seven years of wearing thin the tzitzit on her prayer shawl.
Come sunrise on the first day of Nisan, in the eight-year of their marriage she shall have only a few days before the birth of her son. A testament to the favour of God and her husband over her.
A son of witness …. the sacrifice of prayer accepted.
In response to Friday fictioneers writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Jean L. Hays and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting it, thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.
I’m glad her prayers were answered.
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Me too.
Happy new year.
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And to you!
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Wonderful story with a happy ending!
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Thanks Joy.
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Such a heartwarming story
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Thanks Dale.
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Persistence and prayers… often pay off.
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True …
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And what if it’s a girl???
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XD
She’ll still be happy.
Have no fear she isn’t sexist.
The story is a summary.
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Is this a story from the Scriptures? Regardless, heartwarming testimony. Thanks for sharing.
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You’re welcome.
Yes it is from the scriptures.
Thank you for the lovely comment.
XD
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Great retelling and just right for the new year. Bravo.
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Thanks Patrick.
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Happy new year.
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Scriptures or not, this is very atmospheric and moving. Great writing.
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Thank you.
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Lovely piece, beautifully written with a happy ending. Well done, CAH. Happy New Year to you and yours. 🙂 — Suzanne
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