Just as God had promised, and when Abraham was a hundred years old, Sarah bore him a son. Abraham named him Isaac, meaning, “He Laughs,” and circumcised him at eight days old.
“God made me laugh,” Sarah exclaimed with joy, “and everyone who hears our story will laugh too.”
Isaac began to grow, and Abraham hosted an elaborate feast on the day he was weaned from his mother’s breast. Sarah saw Ishmael laughing at little Isaac’s expense at the celebration, so she told her husband, “Get this slave woman and her son out of our lives. That child will never share in Isaac’s blessing.”
This made Abraham sad, because he loved his son Ishmael.
God said, “Don’t worry, Abraham. Do whatever Sarah says, because it will be through Isaac that your name will be carried. But because Ishmael is your son, I’ll make a nation through him, too.”
Abraham got up early the next morning, packed bread and water, and sent Hagar and Ishmael away. They wandered in the wild deserts of Beersheba, but they soon ran out of water. Hagar placed a dehydrated Ishmael under a shade tree to die of thirst. She walked about a hundred yards away, so she didn’t have to watch him suffer, and she wept in grief.
God heard Ishmael wailing for his life, and an angel spoke to Hagar from the spiritual realm. “What’s wrong, Hagar?” the angel asked. “Don’t worry about your son, because God heard his cry. Go to your son and lift him from the ground. I’ll make him a great nation.”
God led her to a well of water. She ran over, filled the water skin, and brought it to her son to drink.
God remained near as the boy grew into a man. He was an expert bowman and lived in the wilderness of Paran. Hagar found him a wife from Egypt, and Ishmael had twelve sons, who became twelve tribal kings. Ishmael lived a hundred and thirty-seven years.
Inspiration: Genesis 21, 25