Blog Title: Child Gone Wild
About Me: Call me Ishmael. Everyone does. I used to live with my father, his wife, and my mother, but my mom and I just moved to a new place. I’m lucky to have survived the trip! Now it’s just me and my mom living in the wilderness. It can be fun at times or it can be boring! When it’s boring, I blog.
Intended Audience: Children from broken homes, from families with conflict and tension and boys of single mothers.
Life was perfect, and then Isaac was born. All of the sudden my dad started paying more attention to him than me. Dad and I had always been close. He spent so much time teaching me about God and how he created the sky, the stars, the sun and the moon. He shared with me the great promises God made to him and how I would inherit those promises.
I guess I was a little spoiled. I think my parents felt guilty that Miss Sarah didn’t like me much. Whatever. In my parents’ eyes I could do no wrong, and it was great being the center of attention!
Until Isaac came along. Everyone made such a big deal about him. He didn’t seem so special to me –just a puny kid. Then I started hearing that Isaac was really the child God promised to my father and that he would inherit those promises, not me.
Everything was changing! I didn’t like it and it was all Isaac’s fault! At the feast celebrating his weaning, I kept teasing him. I guess I went a little too far cause Miss Sarah got real mad. The next day Mom told me we had to leave.
Leave my home? Leave my dad? Leave my friends? It wasn’t fair! I didn’t want to go anywhere.
“Where are we going?” I asked my mom while she was quickly gathering items to take with us.
“I’m not sure, Ishmael.”
“We’re just going to wander in the desert? That’s crazy! We’ll die!”
“We won’t die. Come on; hurry up,” she muttered and pushed me toward the door.
I could tell my mom was afraid even though she tried to hide it. “I’m sorry I teased Isaac. Maybe if I tell Miss Sarah I’m sorry she’ll let us stay,” I chewed on my bottom lip. I didn’t know for sure it was Miss Sarah who was making us leave, but I just couldn’t believe my dad would do this to us.
“It’s not your fault,Ishmael. If any0ne is to blame, it’s me,” Mom said while holding my face in her hands. Then she kissed my forehead.“Let’s go. We’ve got a long journey ahead of us.”
So that was that. One day I’m the favored son; the next day I’m an outcast. Life sucked.
We didn’t have a lot of food or water. Eventually we had none. I feared my mom would die and then what would I do? After that, time gets fuzzy and I don’t remember much.
At one point I woke up with my head in my mother’s lap and fresh cool water on my parched lips. Then our journey got a little easier. Eventually Mom found us a place to live. It wasn’t in a town. She said she preferred to be away from prying eyes. So far, it’s been pretty cool living out here on our own.
I do miss my dad though. I wonder sometimes if he misses me too. Mom doesn’t talk about him very much. One night I asked her why I wasn’t good enough to inherit from my father.
She took my hand, looked me in the eye and said God had other plans for me because when we were in the desert an angel of the Lord told her to ‘”Lift the boy up and take him by the hand, for I will make him into a great nation”(Genesis 21:18 NIV).
I guess that’s not too bad. Although I’m not too sure what a great nation is. Oh well, I’m not going to worry about that right now. Think I’ll go practice some archery.