He had just reached his tenth year of life as she opened her eyes and blasted out the first cry of her existence.
As relatives living in the household of their father, the two grew up together, and he had watched her mature into the young woman he desired to marry. The covenant of marriage mirrored their love: their nights were filled with anticipation of what lie ahead, and the intimate yearnings of two lovers' heart did not go unfulfilled. Night after night, they lay in each other's arms and explored the depth of their desire for each other.
One would have thought that the unification of their love would have produced a seed. Yet nothing happen, and each month, the woman endured the inquiring looks of the other women in the town, and the whispers of the men who frown upon her barrenness.
Her husband adored her. Despite the frowns, the jeers, the unkind words that came to his ears, his faithfulness to her remain unbroken. She was the child he had seen at birth, the girl that had matured into a woman under his loving care: Unfaithfulness to her never came across his mind; she was the love of his life, yet she was childless.
What would you have done if you knew that a promise had been given to your husband that you had not fulfilled?
The years passed by. Their nights of enjoyment had not decreased. The man she loved had not humiliated her by putting her away or taking on another wife to bear what her body had refused to give him.
She persuaded him to take her handmaid. He agreed and went into the tent of the handmaid; a boy is conceived.
The handmaid rejected the woman whom she had served and her pride brought about abuse from her employer that caused her to runaway, and the father of her child did nothing. His love belonged to the woman whom he had seen at birth.
Thirteen years would pass before the woman did the impossible.
The sky was blue: White fluffy clouds were dancing below the heavenly blue sky when the three men appeared. She helped her husband to prepare the meal and stood inside the tent eavesdropping. The visitors had mysteriously appeared in their part of the desert, and she wanted to find out where they came from. The one in the middle did the talking. She saw how her husband bowed to him, treating him with respect and giving him the highest honor.
Then the visitor told Abraham something that was for her the best joke she had heard in all her years.
She laughed. Her whole body shook with laughter at the ludicrous statement, and her visitor heard her laughter.
"Then the LORD said unto Abraham, "Why did Sarah laugh and say will I really have a child, now that I am old? Is anything to hard for the LORD? I will return to you at the appointed time next year, and Sarah will have a son."
Sarah was afraid, so she lied and said, "I did not laugh."
But he said, "Yes, you did laugh."
Sarah was in her 90th year when her baby boy opened his eyes to the world.
This woman who is the mother of many nations, had borned a son and given him the name that reveals one of the basic emotions of God,
Her son was Isaac,
The son of laughter,
The heir of the Promise,
Conceived in the womb of Sarah,
Beloved wife of Abraham,
The Woman who laughed.