For two years, Chloe and I stood in the same playground, at the same time, picking our daughters up from the same class and yet our conversation and friendship never went much further than a brief chat.
At times in those first few years it felt like I was back at school myself, wondering how everyone knew each other and how on earth I could make friends.
Fast forward a few years, and our youngest kids (despite it being a large school) were in the same class. But this time, I wasn’t prepared to stand in silence. At minimum I wanted to be friendly, at best I hoped to create community. It turned out I wasn’t the only one that yearned for more.
A God who cares about women
Hagar’s story is surely one to be retold. In Genesis 12, Abram and Sarai were promised “descendants as numerous as …