Sometimes it fe
els like God is far away from this world.
In times like these, we need at witness
we need someone to help
need someone to remind us not
…to not lose faith.
… to not feel unloved. We need to let the
Hagars of the world tell us
their story. We need to let her
story be at the center.
Her name is Hagar and her story is radical love. As a tear ran down her
face, she felt her
She thought she should be used to it by now.
After all, this was her world
the only one she had ever known. She had spent
her entire childhood watching Pharaoh, the King of Egypt, sell her friends into
slavery. She knew her time would come so
on, too. She was a little girl with
dark skin whose name didn’t seem to matter.
Raised in a world where her voice was a burden, her wishes were
irrelevant, and her life was insignificant, this little girl knew that if she
wanted to make her own name one da
y, she would have to love herself
enough to fight for it. If she wanted to be part of God’s great story, she would
have to write her chapter herself, maybe breaking some rules along the way.
Every action, every word, every facial expression would matter. I
n a world
where even her body was not her own, this little girl deemed herself worth
the fight because her God loved her by name
no one else had ever done that.