storytelling

Jacob paced back and forth outside the tent. He stopped in his tracks and his shoulders went up to his ears when I let out a loud groan from the labor pains. This was my fourth child. Seeing him tense and worried during my labor actually gave me comfort. Perhaps he really did love me more than I realized. Maybe,…

Cecilia stood at the entrance of the tent with her hand to her forehead, shielding her eyes from the glare of the sun. She was on the lookout for her husband. One of the neighbor’s young sons said the soldiers were on their way back home. She repeatedly looked out on the horizon every few minutes, anxious for his arrival.…