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I Will Go


She was taken by a wealthy man's servant from all that she had ever known, because the servant had prayed.

Her brother and her father had made the arrangements; she would be a stranger's wife.

There's no mention of her age here, but we find out later that her soon-to-be-husband is forty.

Obedient Rebekah says, I will go, and she is sent away with only her nurse to be joined with Abraham's heir.

With time, the patriarch of the clan dies, and Isaac's barren wife bows in shame because she has no son to give her husband.

Twenty years of unanswered prayer pass, and finally the LORD answers her cries. Rebekah conceives, and there is joy in the moment.

But there is a struggle within.

Just when everything seemed right, a conflict was growing beneath the tent.

Why am I this way?

She had obeyed her family and left.

She had served her husband all those years, and waited for the child to come.

Despair had turned to relief when Rebekah heard, "Not one, but two! Not girls, but boys!"

But the laughter that had escaped her mother-in-law's lips at the sound of her news left this expectant mother with a question, Why?

Because...

God said nations and peoples, not one woman and two boys.

Because...

Rebekah was a part of God's story.

We all are.

Because all those moments of the silent struggle are really pregnant with purpose.

And so I wonder...

Maybe when we ask for good health, God has someone else in mind.

Perhaps when we ask for money, God intends for it to go to someone else.

And even more, when we see only one in prayer, God sees more.

A growing womb after twenty years of empty and Rebekah felt that she was finally noticed when in fact, it was never about just one; it was about a world that God so loved.

Because when the LORD gives, He gives with vision and with purpose.

He sees nations and peoples.

He sees the world, and He also sees the just one, and then He gives accordingly.

All He needed from Rebekah, and all He needs from the one who inquires, are those three words: I will go.

He took the nothing Rebekah had to offer, mixed it with joy and struggle, and created an entire nation.

He then watched that nation destroy His love, all the while just knowing that it was the only way for all peoples to one day know His immeasurable love.

I'll never understand His ways, but I still choose to bow and say, I will go.

God's will becomes my own,

and I laugh again.

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About Me

I am a learner.  I have an insatiable desire to learn, so I read a ridiculous amount of books.  And, because I love to read, I process my thoughts through journal-writing. 

I guess this would also make me a writer.  

I think that a writer puts their time into something they want to read again, and hopefully invite someone else to read as well.  The words mean something to them, and they want those words to mean something to others, too.

I believe that readers and writers are also pretty good story-tellers, and there is nothing I love more than a good story.

Stories tell us the things we need to know, and not just the facts we seem to think define us.  I am more interested in someone who drives a 95 Astro van than someone who drives a new car with a personalized license plate, because I know there's a story behind it (and I love that I am married to the one who drives the van).

So I wrote a book called Tell Me a Story.  In it, you will find stories of people that most don't sit and listen to; maybe because they've never traveled out of the country in order to hear them.  Or maybe they've never really thought about the importance of just listening. 

I didn't listen because I thought I was special; I listened because I believed they were. 

I've taught high school Bible for more than 20 years, written curriculum for all of my classes, led mission trips around the world, taken lots of pictures, made lots of journal entries, and prayed every single day for the people whose faces appear in my heart.  Each blog post will take you to a story; some will be from my memory, some from my journal posts, some from people I'm around every day, and others will be from the best Story-teller I know, Who wrote a book long before I did.   His story keeps writing new stories in mine.  I hope someday to get mine published so that others will be encouraged to read more of His.

 

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