Isaac's Mother
Isaac's mother loved him so. From the time she thought she would never conceive to the day before she gave him leave, she devoted her entire life to him, and her husband. Neither of them looked down on her as a servant, as other families tended to, but as a worthy and respectable woman, one who carried the weight of the world on her shoulders.
God had visited Sarah in a dream the night before the event was the take place, making her aware her of the situation; of what God had commanded Abraham to do. She did not ask Abraham about it that morning. Even so, for those few days that Abraham set out to travel with their son, his servant, and a few other men—she knew. He must've assumed she didn't need to be told and that it wouldn't matter. He must've thought that she was ignorant, that he could simply keep such valuable information from his wife.
But she knew.
Sarah was told by God that He would stop Abraham from going through with it, but she wondered how and why do it in the first place. She wondered what this would prove; that Abraham loved God, that he would kill his son before disobeying Him. She remembered how God told their people that they shouldn't kill one another—that it was a sin. Hurt, she imagined if Abraham would have to slice her throat and watch her blood spill over the sacrificial alter before feeling the need to ask God why.
In her dream God had revealed that if she told Isaac he would die. So she patiently pondered these things as she lay on the dirt floor of their home, wondering if Isaac was safe; wondering if she had made a mistake. "I knew there was a reason I wasn't to have any children," she admitted, laughing to herself.
God then spoke into the darkness of the room, into her thoughts, whispering: "Again you laugh, Sarah. But do not fear; have faith; your son will return home alive and your husband will be changed." She sighed, and wondered how much more change Abraham would have to endure before God believed he was faithful.