The desert wind howled outside the tent, but inside, Sarai sat still. Her hands, once smooth and youthful, were lined now. Her back ached more than it used to. Her eyes still searched the stars each night, but not with the same hope they once held. It had been years. Decades.  She had followed Abram into a land they didn’t know, leaving behind her family, her comfort, her identity. All because he said God spoke to him. He promised him a child, a nation, a legacy. And she had believed him. Each month bled into the next, leaving her arms empty,…