Through the lens of Woman

Sarah is not in Genesis 22. She is back at the camp. She does not know her son has been bound on an altar. She does not know the angel called out at the last minute. She is — as far as we can tell — going about her day while the most decisive moment in her family’s life unfolds out of her sight.

There are seasons in a woman’s life that are exactly this. Your husband, your son, your father, your friend goes through something you don’t see — and they come back changed, and they may or may not tell you what happened up there. You know something happened. You read the change in them. You hold the household together while they process.

Sarah has spent a lifetime saying yes to a story she did not write. She left her home at 65. She walked into Egypt. She watched Hagar bear what she could not. She received an impossible promise. She buried what didn’t go right. She kept setting the table.

The Father is the keeper of those long yeses. He sees the woman at the camp. He has not forgotten her.

One small thing today: name your long yes. The thing you have been quietly consenting to without applause. Honor it. He sees it. He is faithful to those who keep saying yes when no one is watching.