Here is a story told from Elizabeth’s perspective, the woman in the Bible who gave birth to John the Baptist. I hope you enjoy it and that it blesses you.
I stood in the doorway, watching Zechariah on his knees praying to God. My heart fluttered within my chest. He was a good man.
He prayed often for a child, but I thought for certain our days to give birth were over. I was barren, and that was that. I hated it. I wanted a child so badly. I had begged to God for eighteen years to give me a child, but he did not seem to hear my prayers. The people thought little of me because of my barrenness. They scorned me.
Where was God now?
I watched my husband, his hands folded, his chest uptight. Oh, how I wished to have a different…
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