Rachel’s story begins with Jacob. He went back to the land of his grandfather Abraham to find a wife from among his own people. When he arrived in town, he went to the well where some shepherds had gathered with their sheep and were waiting to water them. He talked to them to find out if they knew the family of Laban, and indeed they did. While they were talking, Laban’s daughter Rachel came to the well with her father’s sheep. When you read the passage below, you will see that it was love at first sight with Jacob. Continue reading
I went to the Door to walk the Dog,
But Dog wouldn’t goo.
Dog has four legs; I have but two.
My mother is calling me, what shall I do? Continue reading
The story of how Rebekah came to be Isaac’s wife is truly remarkable, especially to me, since I do not come from a culture where arranged marriages are common. Isaac’s father, Abraham, had come to dwell in a land far away from his people, in a land where he was a stranger. Isaac was of an age to be married, and Abraham wanted to choose a wife from among his own people for his son. So he sent his oldest and most trusted servant back to his hometown in the land of Mesopotamia to find a bride for Isaac. The servant was given strict instructions to bring her to him, for Isaac must not return to the fatherland. God had called them to a new place, and they would stay where God had led them. The servant swore to Abraham to obey all that he had commanded, and he took ten camels laden with provisions and gifts and went on his way to seek a bride for Isaac. Continue reading
It’s time for my weekly study about Women in the Bible, and I’m not ready because life got in the way. I am a home school mom of a young lady who wants to graduate this year but hasn’t quite finish all her eleventh grade studies, and I’m trying hard to see if we can make it happen. I can do the planning, but most of the execution is going to be on her. On the bright side, if she can keep up with the pace, she’ll be all the more prepared for college come September 2018. Wow! Did I just say that? It’s hard to believe that I’m almost finished home schooling. This last year, with only one student, is definitely proving to be the hardest.
So while you wait for my study on Rebekah to be ready, I thought I’d share a memory from exactly three years ago today. My number 2 son, Bobby, was off to a rough start for the new school year, and he clearly needed a break for a couple days. Part of the beauty of home schooling is spontaneity. So he and I took a spur-of-the-moment trip to the Shenandoah mountains, just a 3-hour drive from our house, for a long-weekend getaway. Actually, it did us both a world of good.
When my son Bobby was very young, he had a hard time remembering his numbers. He easily recognized 0, 1, 2 and 3, so I focused on helping him learn the other numbers up to twelve. While playing the card game “Phase 10,” I came up with the jingle for Numbers 6 and 9, which actually helped him to identify those numbers. Later that day, while the children were taking their naps, I sat down and wrote all the other stanzas below, based on the characteristics Bobby had attributed to the numbers.
Someday I hope to have these rhymes made into a children’s book. Is there an illustrator among my readers who would be interested in doing the artwork? Continue reading
Not a single word this woman ever spoke is recorded in the Bible, but the effects of her words and actions reverberate throughout the pages of Scripture and the years of history. The only time she is called by name is in the genealogies (Ex. 6:20; Num. 26:59), so you have to dig a little deeper to find out why she is worthy of mention. So who is this great woman? Continue reading
This mother’s heart has been pierced.
“A soft answer turns away wrath.”
The rebuke sits heavily on my ears.
I have no reply,
Nursing the hungry infant
Weaning from breast and bottle
Teaching the toddler to walk
Here’s a bit of humor for Wednesday morning….
or Why Didn’t I Think of That?
My five-year-old son got a thought in his head
One day as he sat at the foot of my bed.
He wanted to wear my old stockings, said he;
I laughed when he told me and said, “Now hear me:
You don’t really want to put on pantyhose;
They’re scratchy and itchy and hot—goodness knows!”
“That’s right,” said my sister, who came in just then.
“Just listen. I’ll tell you a story ‘bout when
I wore pantyhose to a dinner one night.
They itched me so bad that I looked quite a sight.
My boyfriend caught on, so I pulled myself up
And tried to act ladylike during our sup.
The itching persisted, however, and I
Thought, ‘If I can’t scratch soon, I think I will die!’
I tore off the pantyhose right then and there.
Abashed, my poor boyfriend ran fast down the stair.
That guy doesn’t make my phone ring anymore.”
“Cheer up,” my son said, “‘Cause I’ve felt them before.
The outside of mom’s hose is silky. Don’t pout.
Next time why don’t you turn your hose inside out?”
October 30, 2002
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