by Audrey Frank @AudreyCFrank
And He said…Hagar, where did you come from and where are you intending to go? And she said, I am running away from my mistress Sarai (Genesis 16:8).
Her eyes shone like the chocolate gravy I learned to make from my grandmother, sweet and rich. In her hand she gripped a worn piece of paper, reverently folded inside a plastic protector.
