Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

In Celebration of Thanksgiving and the Festival of Drabbles - don't miss the festival, starting Monday! 7. Abraham’s Sons “Don’t you have a brother?” said the father’s new wife. “He should come.” And it sounded like a favor, as if Isaac and Ishmael didn’t pass messages all the time as traders went by. Of course he’d travel to his father’s burial. The years had kept the brothers apart till the other sons barely knew Ishmael existed. But now they all gazed at the graves. “He’s peaceful,” said Isaac. “No more wars. No arguments.” Ishmael turned, refusing to look at the place where Sara lay. The hurt of years still burned in his dark eyes. No more wars—not today. Thank you God for forgiveness and healing and hope.

In Celebration of Thanksgiving and the Festival of Drabbles  - Don't miss it. The festival starts on Monday! 6. Abraham’s Sacrifice The boy was tired of carrying his heavy load. “Just a bit further.” His father sighed. “Till when.” “Till we reach where we’re going.” They piled the wood near the edge of a cliff and looked out over the plain. “Why did we come here?” “God told us to.” “Like when he told you to send my brother away?” Then they stacked stones into an altar, piling the kindling on top. “Where’s the sacrifice Dad?” “God will provide,” his father replied with sorrow tearing his eyes, then he laughed again. “God has provided.” A ram stood waiting to be slain. Thank you God for all that you have provided, still provide, and will provide.