(Based on a story in 2 Kings 4: 11-37. Enjoy!)
A son. The Shunammite woman laughed as she watched the children pass by. If only. She had long stopped hoping that her womb would one day house the delicate frame of a child. Her dreams were no longer filled with the joyous calls of a mother to her children playing in the fields. No, those were long gone. Now she focused on work—events she had to attend, those she had to plan. Life had got much simpler since she stopped actively looking for a child. There were no more visits to priests or doctors to inquire what was wrong or how she could conceive. There was less sorrow in her husband’s eyes from constant consideration of his aging body and his wife’s continued childlessness. He too had stopped hoping—it was too draining. He was a kind man. But in the early years, his kindness did not make up for her gnawing want of a child. Yet, she was thankful for his kindness and the many times his arms had been a place of solace.
It was amazing that time had soothed the wounds of her past. She had survived those bitter years and had emerged a source of comfort and support to those around her. She now stood a woman of great influence, endeared to her people by her kind heart and generous spirit…
