In the early morning glow, her face looked pale as she returned her son’s gaze. “Do you really have to go, Hank?” she asked. He’d just told her that he was moving to Cotonou.
“Yes, Mother. The church there needs a pastor and I was chosen.”
“But Benin’s so far away. You’ll be leaving everyone and everything you know to go to a strange country.”
“I’ll be like Abraham who left his country and to go to a strange land.”
“God told Abraham to go.”
“Don’t you think He’s telling me to go too?”
This was written for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.