Genesis 29-35
What would it be like to be the other sister? Not the pretty one with the lovely figure like Rachel. But Leah, the one with weak eyes. The one no one wants to marry. The one who was sent, veiled, into a dark tent to a man who did not desire her.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve felt unattractive and unwanted at different spaces in my life. I’ve felt awkward and out of the loop. Un-chosen. Not because of my sisters, but maybe there was that other girl or woman who seemed to have it all together. She didn’t have to watch everything she ate to have a flat stomach. She didn’t fight hair that frizzed in the Mississippi humidity. She seemed to sail through life with a perfect smile and with a perfect family and that gaggle of friends always there to support her.

Don’t we all know someone who appears that way? Especially now with social media!

Genesis 29:31 said that God saw Leah was not loved and enabled her to conceive. God saw her. He sees us too. Then Leah went and named her son Reuben and said “It is because the Lord has seen my misery. Surely my husband will love me now.”
Good grief, Leah!

Is it just me, or were Leah and Rachel totally trying to depend on their husband to find their worth?? My husband is a good man, but friends, I have to find my worth in the Lord or I’d drive myself nuts! Truth. And another thing I’ve found is that men and women communicate differently. When I want to spill my worries and guts for a good long talk, I call one of my women friends who will just listen. It’s so sad that Leah and Rachel weren’t there for each other.

Though never feeling loved, Leah ended up being the mother of Judah who was in the lineage of Christ. We don’t know who we could be influencing with our lives, despite believing we are unwanted or un-chosen. So, friends, let’s not dwell on what we don’t have. Instead, let’s praise God for what we do have and encourage each other along our journey.

What are your thoughts on Leah? Any guesses what is meant by weak or tender eyes?
Blessings,
Janet

Hello friends!
I'm still slowly doing my study of Women in the Bible. If you want to receive all the posts I make about them, just leave a comment, and I'll add you to a special email group. This week, I'm taking a fresh look at Rachel.

Thoughts on Rachel
Genesis 29-35
What would it be like to be forced to share a husband with your sister? I mean siblings can have enough squabbles over borrowed earrings and clothes, right? And to make matters worse, it had not been the sisters’ choice to share Jacob, but a trick perpetrated by their own father. Not a good start for a marriage.

Jacob and Rachel met at a well, much like Rebecca had been found at a well by Abraham’s servant. Only this time was different in that the bride groom, Jacob, saw her for himself. Genesis 29 says he kissed Rachel and wept aloud. That is not how most men display their emotions these days. Jacob quickly fell in love with the shapely and beautiful Rachel and was willing to work seven years to gain her hand. A long time to be engaged. A long time to wait.

Then the deception came, when Laban sent a different veiled daughter into the dark wedding tent. 

And the morning after, the bitterness began. A father had broken the hearts of both his daughters.

Rachel’s sister bore children quickly, and even better during those days, Leah bore sons. Barren, Rachel was so jealous of her sister, she demands to Jacob, “Give me children, or I’ll die!” As if he could! There may be a bit of a drama queen coming out of the pretty girl, but again, infertility is a tough emotional journey for a woman. 

Like Sarah, Rachel took matters into her own hand, rather than trusting God, and she forced her servant to become a surrogate. (Surely, she’d heard the sad story about Hagar and Ishmael?) Yet, more sibling competition ensued. Leah followed that lead, giving a servant too.

Finally, Rachel had a child, through God’s doing and not her own. Then Jacob began planning to take his family back home. Through fierce bargaining and God’s help, he finally gathers the large crew and his belonging and slips out of town. Only, Rachel decides to steal some of her father’s idols, bringing her father Laban hot on their trail. Then she lied and hid the things in a rather unsavory fashion. Of course, she’d learned trickery from from the best.

Rachel’s last act in life was delivering another son, and the birth process literally killed her. I feel sorry for Rachel. She never seemed to be truly happy, despite her husband’s great love for her. 

One of the phrases I’ve tried to teach my kids and myself is: Joy should not be dependent on our circumstance. It’s not always so simple as it sounds, but life is much more tolerable when we allow God to be our source of Joy.

What are your thoughts on Rachel?

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​Hi friends! 
2020 has still been crazy, we all know. Just remember that God was not caught off guard. I finished working at the Mississippi Legislature for a while. They actually had to take a break again due to over 40 members testing positive, so keep them in your prayers.
The good news is I traveled (was super careful) and spent a bit of time with my family. Here are a few pics of me and my sisters, my daughter and my grand-dog, and the beach with full moon.

Hi friends! Sorry I've been out of touch. I finished work at the Mississippi Capitol for a while, then I went to visit family. I'm back on track  with my little Bible study.


Thoughts on Rebekah
Their love story starts in Genesis 24

Willing to dip water for a stranger and his camels, Rebekah’s journey started out so well. She wouldn’t even allow her tricky brother Laban keep her from leaving the next day with Abraham’s servant to marry a man she’d never met. (She accepted a nose ring too. Apparently, those things have been around a long time.) The Bible says Rebekah comforted Isaac over the death of his mother Sarah. Such a beautiful story of love.
But then life’s problems set in. Famine again. Isaac asked Rebekah to pretend to be his sister, just as his father had, when they traveled. Infertility struggle came for this couple also--for twenty years. At least Rebekah didn’t make Sarah’s mistake of using a surrogate. Isaac prayed for Rebekah, and she finally conceived. But the children were warring twins even in her womb. They would continue to battle for most of their lives.


Okay, my kids have had their share of sibling rivalry, but it’s nothing compared to these two. Part of the problem seems to be that Isaac and Rebekah played favorites, each preferring one twin over the other.


Rebekah didn’t trust God or Isaac to put Jacob in the place of leadership, so she planned a huge deception on her dying husband. Sadly, because of her deception, she had to send Jacob off, and she likely never got to see him again before her death.


Rebekah's story is another reminder for me to trust God, be honest with my husband, and be fair with my family.
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What are your thoughts?

​A few years ago, I tried writing a couple of short stories. Here is one of them. Let me know what you think!

Lilly Andrews rolled her luggage onto the train platform in Meridian, Mississippi. At thirty-years-old, you’d think she’d have enough sense to buy a decent vehicle. Smoke spewing from the hood of her SUV on the side of the road said otherwise. Artists weren’t always known for their business skills. Good thing her canvases had shipped to the gallery in Atlanta already. After the car fiasco, taking the train the rest of the way to the Georgia metropolis sounded like fun.

Except now muggy air swarmed her as she waited her turn to board. Long and silver, the Crescent rolled into the depot majestically and seemed to whisper stories of a bygone era. Lilly’s imagination buzzed with ideas as she took in the backdrop. What great scenery they might pass along the ride. She had her sketch pad, and her fingers already itched to get to work.

But like a bulldozer set on destruction, one thought collapsed her budding enthusiasm. It’d happened not too many miles from here… Had it been ten years? The only man she’d ever loved had said goodbye and walked away.

Her heart had never recovered.
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Warren Matthews grabbed the ticket at the reservation window, his hand still shaking from the near miss. He’d had a lot of close calls when he was in the Marines, but the small plane’s crash landing he’d just escaped had his life flashing before his eyes. As the plane plummeted toward the ground and he relived moments from the past, one face stood out. Lilly Andrews. But he’d burned that bridge ten years ago. When his father had skipped town leaving his mother owing multiple creditors on a failed business, joining the military had been his only option to help. He’d left college hoping to serve his time and come back to get a degree with government dollars. But he couldn’t ask Lilly to wait for him. She’d come from money, and she deserved to move on with her life.

The sun blinded him as he stepped out of the station onto the sidewalk, and he slipped on his aviator sunglasses. Steamy heat billowed up from the ground. Talk about hot. He’d been all over the world between the military and his consulting business, but Mississippi still claimed top spot for highest humidity on the planet.

Let’s go, already.

Taking the train seemed like the perfect way to relax on his way back to the office in Atlanta. He wasn’t in the mood to rent a car and drive. He crossed under an awning and out onto the wide concrete platform. The train waited, but they still hadn’t loaded. What could they be waiting on? Didn’t they see people were melting? He scanned the crowd, but his eyes stopped when they reached striking red hair. It couldn’t be. But so few people had hair that color. He could only see her back, but the height, the frame, they all looked right.

Without permission, his feet started a path toward the one woman he’d never been able to forget.
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Lost in thought, the tap on her shoulder made Lilly’s heart skip. When she turned, her pulse stopped altogether. Along with her breathing and ability to reason. Warren? Was she dreaming?

“I saw your hair.” His voice still held the same light Southern drawl. He blinked hard and shook his head. “I mean, I thought it was you from behind. No. Wait. I mean it looked like…” One side of his mouth lifted into a smirk. “It’s good to see you again.” His brown eyes held hers.

Lilly couldn’t stop a chuckle despite the ache in her chest. “Good to see you, too.”
Now they’d have to catch up, and she’d no doubt have to hear about his wife and kids. Then tell him she was still single, leaving him to figure out she’d never found someone else to love.

“So, how are you? What are you doing now? Got family?” His gaze searched her face. “Answer any of the above.” He grinned. “I seem to be having trouble communicating.”

Oh goodness, he was still adorable. Lilly returned a smile. “I’m an artist, on my way to a showing. No family. Except my parents.”

His eyes widened. “Me, too.”

“You’re an artist?”

“No.” He laughed. “I’m still single. You see, there was this girl I never got over. Her name was Lilly. You might know her?” His voice held a question.

Her heart sped up. Could this be real? “I do know her. She’s still here, pining over the one guy she ever loved.”
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The whistle blew. Warren’s fingers brushed hers. This time they’d board the train together and maybe...just maybe…come out safe at the end of the line.


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Blessings,
Janet

Hi friends,
Several of you indicated interest in continuing with updates on my study of women in the Bible. This week, my notes are on Sarah. Please, feel free to leave your comments and thoughts.

                                                  Sarah
By the time in ancient history when Sarah lived, most people worshiped idols. Possibly Abraham and Sarah did as well. But God chose Abraham and called him out of the place he lived to follow Him. Sarah followed too. She was sixty-five when she left everything and everyone she knew. Only my opinion, I believe that took faith, not just for Abraham, but for Sarah too.

Sarah’s name, originally Saria, meant princess. Apparently this princess of a woman was extremely beautiful. So beautiful that twice, when Abraham had to go into foreign lands for food, he asked her to pretend to be his sister, so men wouldn’t kill him to get to her. These ruling men from other lands did indeed find her amazingly lovely, and they took her into their harem. The commentary I read assumes they didn’t defile her because God sent sickness onto those households until they returned her to Abraham. Either way, I can’t imagine how scary and creepy it would be to have my husband allow other men to take me to their homes.

Sarah suffered from the disappointment of infertility. I haven’t been there myself, but I’ve heard from other women how emotionally painful that is. Each month hopeful, only to be disappointed again—watching other women have child after child with no problem, feeling like a failure, and possibly angry with their body.
When Sarah still didn’t have a child for Abraham, she decided to take matters into her own hands and offer her servant as a surrogate for her husband. Isn’t it like us women to try to solve problems for God? We can be so impatient that we just can’t wait for His timing. I’ve often found myself in this state of trying to fix things ahead of God’s plan. This usually does not go well!

Things didn’t go well Sarah either when she took over for God. Genesis says Sarah’s servant Hagar began to despise Sarah, so Sarah treated her cruelly. I don’t know what Hagar did, but I believe Sarah suffered from the green-eyed monster of jealousy. Been there and done that. It’s easy to fall into that trap, even with much less cause than what Sarah had. We can look at what we believe to be other women’s nice houses, their well-behaved children, or their in-shape figures, then compare and find ourselves lacking. Comparison never goes well either. J

Finally, God came and announced to Abraham that Sarah would have a child. Meanwhile, Sarah was eavesdropping in the tent and laughed at the idea because she was so old by this time. When confronted about it, she lied to save face. Um, eavesdropping…I’m guilty. Lying to save face…sadly, ditto.

God kept his promise to Sarah because He always keeps his promises. She had her son. Can you imagine her joy in her old age to have that little boy? I can envision her smile with each milestone—that first step, the first word.

Despite her mistakes, Sarah was commended in the New Testament for her faith in God and also for being a good wife to Abraham. Whew. I’m so thankful to know that despite our failures, trying to take things into our own hands, and bouts of jealousy, God is graceful with us.

I hope you have a great week!
Blessings,
Janet

                                                            My thoughts about Eve
Eve was in the most beautiful, perfect place ever with her husband. God walked with them in the evening. All of her needs were met. Yet, she wanted just one more thing. I think many women can relate to that. I shop when I have a closet full of clothes and a house full of things. Am I the only one?
About walking in the evening with God--
Most days, I walk in my wooded neighborhood, and I often try to imagine Him walking with me. (Authors have big imaginations.) I feel the wind in my hair and hear the sound of birds in the trees, and I thank Him for not giving up on me, despite my many blunders.

Scripture identifies that Satan was the one acting through the serpent who tempted Eve. (2 Cor. 11:3 Rev 12:9) The strategy is to drive a wedge between man and God. Sin always drives wedges. Satan questions God’s Word and motives and love. Satan doesn’t mind lying or twisting the truth. Eve gave up her confidence in God’s provision of her needs. At times, I have done this as well, and I went my own way. I went searching for the wrong things to provide happiness. Those choices did not provide true joy, and they often led to disaster.

Once Eve and Adam (who was standing right beside her!) took the fruit and sinned, they hid from God, crushed with guilt and shame. They blamed others for their choices. I’ve been there, done that—played the blame-game. Sin kills our relationships with each other and God.
Yet…
God sacrificed to cover Adam and Eve with clothing, as He sacrificed His son to cover our sins years later.
Eve was the first mother, and she went through the pain of losing a child too soon. She went through the horror of having a murderer for a son. She knew heartache over her children. I know many can relate to that as well, yet God can comfort.
I was surprisingly encouraged studying Eve. What are your thoughts on her?
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Blessings,
Janet