Waiting

As a mom, I always wondered how would I react if I had to leave my home for a new land, and then have to bid my sons farewell as they returned to Jerusalem to get the brass plates.  I would have been worried sick and I would have stood, like Sariah worries and waiting each morning and night for them to return.  I painted Siarah stop cooking as her daughter brings water from the river to stand with her and gaze in the direction of Jerusalem waiting for her sons.