Hagar, a young Egyptian female servant was serving in the home of her masters, Abram and Sarai. They were very good people and they served Yahweh.
Hagar was a diligent worker. Actually there was so much to do in Abram’s residence, that everyone was hard at work. It was rewarding though cause her master was good and fair.
Unfortunately, Abram had no son. His wife was very old but Abram talked about having a son in his old age. Apparently, Yahweh had promised him a son.
One day, while Hagar was doing her master’s laundry, she heard Sarai crying bitterly to Abram. It wasn’t unusual to hear her cry cause she was constantly worried about her inability to give her husband an heir. However, it was Sarai’s words that stopped Hagar in her tracks.
Hagar ran down the hall to the servants quarters, on to her room. She lay on the bed, spent from crying so much… It just wasn’t fair. Could they really force her against her will? She shook her head sadly. Ofcourse they could, she was just a slave girl.
She was still pondering these things when her coworker, Deborah called to inform her that Sarai needed her. Hagar was alarmed. It couldn’t possibly be.
She walked to Sarai’s room on trembling legs and her worst fears were confirmed. She was to become her master, Abram’s mistress. She didn’t relish the idea but she had no say in the matter. She was to bear an heir for her master.
Hagar became Abram’s mistress and not too long after, she became pregnant. Everyone at Abram’s residence were ecstatic. Finally! Abram would have an heir. Everyone treated Hagar with care and she did very little.
It sort of got into her head and she began disrespecting her master’s wife, Sarai. She would sit and discuss with the other servants, lollygag around and totally ignore Sarai.
Predictably, Sarai became angry and jealous. She complained to Abram so much that he eventually told her to do whatever she liked with her. Sarai began treating Hagar so harshly that she finally ran away.
Hagar had journeyed long and hard so she stopped to rest at a spring in the desert on the road to Shur. While she was there, an angel appeared to her and she was alarmed….
The angel asked, “Hagar, where have you come from and where are you going?”
She answered, “I am running away from Sarai, my owner.”
The angel said, “Go back to Sarai and be her slave. I will give you a son, who will be called Ishmael, because I have heard your cry for help. And someday I will give you so many descendants that no one will be able to count them all.”
Hagar was astounded and she called God, “The one who sees me!”
Hagar returned to her master’s house and gave birth to a son just as the angel had said. He was named, “Ishmael.”
Several years later, God did fulfil his promise to her master, Abraham and he had a son through his wife, Sarah in their old age. He was called, “Isaac.”
Sarah wasn’t pleased with Hagar and her son living with them. She told Abraham, “Get rid of that Egyptian slave woman and her son! I don’t want him to inherit anything. It should all go to my son.”
Abraham was worried about Ishmael. But God said, “Abraham, don’t worry about your slave woman and the boy. Just do what Sarah tells you. Isaac will inherit your family name, but the son of the slave woman is also your son, and I will make his descendants into a great nation.”
So early the next morning Abraham gave Hagar provisions and sent them away.
They wandered around in the desert near Beersheba, and after they had run out of water, Hagar put her son under a bush. Then she sat down a long way off, because she could not bear to watch him die. And she cried bitterly.
When God heard the boy crying, the angel of the Lord appeared to Hagar and said, “Hagar, why are you worried? Don’t be afraid. I have heard your son crying. Help him up and hold his hand, because I will make him the father of a great nation.”
Then God opened her eyes and she saw a well. So she got up and filled her bottle with water, then gave some to her son.
God did bless Ishmael, and as the boy grew older, he became an expert at hunting with his bow and arrows. God blessed him and made him the father of a great nation.
For someone reading this, I want you to know that God sees you. He understands where you are and He is well acquainted with your pain and difficulties.
No matter what you’re going through, be comforted and encouraged because God’s watching and not only that, He grows fragrant flowers of hope in the ashes of loss.
Even in the darkest times, morning eventually comes!