

O my God, Thou knowest I have never desired but to love Thee alone. I seek no other glory. Thy Love has gone before me from my childhood, it has grown with my growth, and now it is an abyss the depths of which I cannot fathom. -St. Therese
With Prayers for LeAnn - and her personal talk on Mary
I'll Talk With You All Tomorrow
Food Pantry: Weathering the Growing Economic Crisis
A Little Slave Girl and a Prophet
Elisha and the Shunammite Woman
Elisha and the Widow
Elijah and the Widow
Bathsheba, Queen Mother to King Solomon
Abigail - a fool's wife, a king's bride
Saul's Daughter, David's Wife - a pawn in the hands of men
I finally did it - now it's your turn
The Cross of the Contemplative
Teaser for the next post. . . keep reading
Delilah's Deadly Beauty
Dad's Statement of Faith
House of Gold. . . so much more than a metaphor for Mary
Zipporah - when a woman must take the reigns in obedience
Miriam and Moses
It's All About Grace
The Adoptive Mother: Pharaoh's Daughter
The Birth Mother: Jochebed
Archbishop Fulton Sheen . . . on womanhood
This One is for Cindy. . . reprinted by special request for her daughter
Interceding Before the King
The Economy is Bad - but not that bad
Praying for the Conversion of a Soul
Leah and Rachel: God's blessing continues
The Our Father - a rose by any other name
Petition Opposing The Sebelius Nomination: GoTo Site
I know people who are carrying very heavy crosses. I am sure you do, too. Our Lord has promised to be with us, to help us bear our burdens, and to carry our crosses when we come to the end of our own strength.
In this world, you will have troubles. Do not be afraid, for I have overcome the world. - the words of Our Lord
Carrying Our Crosses - Do Not Be Afraid
Archangel Michael, defend us in battle. . .
Perhaps Our Lord's Most Sobering Words. . .
Moby Dick begins with the opening line, “Call me Ishmael.”
I prefer the words, “Call me Hagar.”
I can relate to Hagar. Like Hagar, I have nursed my own big dreams. And I have seen those plans fall apart.
Hoping Abraham’s child would be her big break, Hagar becomes a little too sure of her position. The fact that it was Sarah’s idea all along means nothing. It carries no weight that Sarah, hoping to end their infertility, practically pushed her maidservant into Abraham’s tent.
Once Abraham’s legitimate wife conceives a child of her own, Hagar and Ishmael are yesterday’s news. Sarah bears a son, Isaac, the child of the divine promise. The culmination of Abraham and Sarah’s dreams. The fulfillment of an angel’s word. The mistress doesn’t stand a chance.
The surrogate mother is told to exit stage left.
Hagar has no options. It is difficult to set things right when they are built on poor decisions in the first place. If only Sarah had fully trusted in God to make good on His promise. If only she had believed that God can do anything. Instead, she tries to force the Hand of God, which is never a good idea. Hagar pays the price.
There’s always a price to be paid when people play God.
According to Holy Scripture, Abraham’s wife complains to him, saying that his illegitimate son is tormenting their son. She says the maidservant has forgotten her place. She says this will never do.
Abraham decides to send Hagar away. This is where Hagar has my sympathy. This is where I can relate.
A single mom on the road. I’ve been there.
Hagar didn’t have three children, but she did have Ishmael. She didn’t have a car to hold her belongings and transport her child. So she walked and walked.
She didn’t have child support, just some bread and a skin of water from Abraham.
She didn’t drive from the state of Georgia to Illinois so that she could live at her parents’ home, but she did return to Egypt, the land of her people.
And she didn’t drown out the pain by turning up the volume on the car radio, but she probably cried, like I did.
She probably wondered how she would make it through.
God remembers, and looks with kindness, even upon those who should have no claim to grace and mercy because they have walked outside His Divine Plan. Even those who have played at the God game, even these God protects. And He permits them to be a part of His Permissive Plan. . . until they are ready to turn to Him completely. But He waits patiently, until they are at the end of themselves.
As He did with me.
As He did with Hagar.
What is the matter, Hagar? Don’t be afraid; God has heard the boy’s cry in this plight of his. Arise, lift up the boy and hold him by the hands, for I will make of him a great nation (Genesis 21:17-18).
Hagar didn’t deserve to have God’s help, and neither did I. God looks beyond the series of bad decisions and has mercy.
And God had mercy on Ishmael and Hagar.
Call me Hagar, because God found me in the desert and had mercy on me. The wrong has been set right, something only God can do.
Have I ever tried to play God? Have I wanted something so much that I have tried to make it happen? Lord, forgive me for my lack of trust. Help me to remember that You are in control and that, even when others disappoint me or things don’t go as I have planned, even then You are fully in control.
Hagar's Troubles