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On the Agony and Eventual Profit of Waiting by Kayla McAuliffe

On the Agony and Eventual Profit of Waiting

by Kayla McAuliffe

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The Lord promised her a child;

Sarah waited.

A year, ten years. She

made her husband's breakfast,

paid the servants.

oversaw the plantings

and harvests.

Twenty harvest.

Every year her hair turning

grayer, the skin around her knuckles pooling.

She waited until she understood:

the promise was not for her.

Then

Sarah stood out of the way

of a promise that was still

her husband's.

Gave him a new wife.

stood by as the new wife had

the promised child.

Still making breakfast.

still paying the servants. She

watched the son of her husband

grow, year by year, herself growing

colder, loosing her spirit.

loosing her husband to a child

they could not share.

Her posture drooping.

Her prayers sobs.

Sarah waited.

The Lord relieved her suffering.

Ninety years. She had

a son.

May He be so gracious to me.

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