Today I am guest posting a devotion over at Coffee for the Soul. Here’s a little preview of what we’re tackling today …
It is probably not so great to say, but if I have to honestly tell you my least favorite Bible story, this would be it. When I am reading to my children in their Bibles, more often than not, I skip this story. It is just too hard to read as a mother. But isn’t it like God to lay on your heart just what you need most, when you need it most?
So we’ll go through this together … and I’ll try not to get too many tears on the keyboard.
1 Now it came about after these things, that God tested Abraham, and said to him, “Abraham!”
And he said, “Here I am.”
2 He said, “Take now your son, your only son, whom you love, Isaac, and go to the land of Moriah, and offer him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains of which I will tell you.”
3 So Abraham rose early in the morning and saddled his donkey, and took two of his young men with him and Isaac his son; and he split wood for the burnt offering, and arose and went to the place of which God had told him. 4 On the third day Abraham raised his eyes and saw the place from a distance. 5 Abraham said to his young men, “Stay here with the donkey, and I and the lad will go over there; and we will worship and return to you.”
Stop right there.
I’m sorry, what, God? What did you just say? I must have heard you wrong? My son? My only son? The son you said was going to make me a great nation? I must have heard you wrong.
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