She had heard the stories.
What other choices remained?
She had to try.
Her husband didn’t support her decision. Still, he hadn’t refused her choice but simply said, “I believe this is just another empty foolishness.”
She understood what he said. Together, through many efforts and unfulfilled promises, they were both reduced to exhaustion—physically and emotionally. Dreams igniting hope only to become a despairing heap of ash. Their prayers appeared unheard and unanswered. “But, what if what has gone before has led us to this?” she replied, “what if the stories are true?”
He didn’t wish to add to her pain still he said, “The stories are nonsense … fantasy.”
“Well, what will it hurt if we go see?” She’d heard his anguish and felt the stab of her own.
A tear formed in the corner of his eye. His eyes read her heavyhearted face. “You’re as weary as I am.” She wanted this so much. “No, I can’t do it. I can’t go with you. We need to accept that our daughter isn’t ever going to get better.”
“I can’t do that. I will go. Please, let me go.” She knew he still wished to believe.
With a whisper he stopped objecting, “Okay … fine.”
So, she went by herself to find Jesus. Rumors said he was nearby in Tyre or Sidon.
(To be continued).