I grew up in Mespotamia in the town of Nahor. I was always a curious girl, curious about the world around me, curious about the God who made man and woman, cattle and sheep and camels. Curious about well…I will tell you later. I loved playing games with my maid servants and playing with my brother Laban. My mother always tried to tame my wild streak as she called it. I always wanted to travel, to see places that were different to my own. My favourite time was to climb up a tree close to my home and dream. Dream about travelling, dream about the man I would one day marry, believe me I had no clue who or where he was, but it was nice to dream any way. People used to tell my mother I was beautiful as they saw me running around the well with my maid servants but she only shook her head and said’ if only she were more tame’. I loved animals, my father had a lot of sheep, cattle and camels. I would spend a lot of time playing with them .As I grew older I felt a sense of destiny, I felt that one day life would offer me more than just playing hopscotch with my maids.
I had a cousin from my mother’s side who was now beginning to show a great interest in me but he was not the prince charming I was dreaming about. I think it was his greasy hair yet I was now sixteen and some of my friends were already married. Would I ever meet the man of my dreams? Would I ever bear children? Would I travel? Would I find God who created the earth? Would I? Would I? Suddenly I heard my mother calling Rebekah, Rebekah. I ran towards her. I usually ran and seldom walked. She asked me to go and fetch some water for her. I loved going out so I put on the new purple garment that my mother chose for me put the jar on my shoulder and of I went. I learnt many things from my mother but one thing I knew I possessed was the gift of hospitality.
I went towards the well with two of my amid servants who were teasing me about my greasy haired cousin, suddenly I saw this old man with about four younger men and ten camels. The man looked very tired, he looked at me and I looked back. He looked at me some more and I smiled, I was used to people looking at me but this was a look of destiny. I felt a tugging in my heart that something big was about to happen. Then he smiled came up to me and asked me for a drink. I then looked at the camels and the four men and they all looked pathetically back at me so I ran to the well and drew some water for the men and the camels. Now the camels and the men looked very happy and I was glad.
I looked into the eyes of the old man and they were bright with a sense of purpose he then took out a beautiful nose ring and two lovely bracelets and put them on me. I always loved jewellery especially earrings and bracelets and I did not understand why he put this jewellery on me, I did not think he fancied me he was more like my grandfather. He then asked me if there was room in my home in my home for all of them to stay and my maid servants who were eyeing the four younger men on the camels looked at me and nodded so hard that I thought their heads might fall off. It was then I introduced myself, I was never the one to keep a secret, always spoke my heart out so I told him, I was the daughter of Bethuel. Betheul my father was the son that Milcah bore to Nahor. The old man had tears in his eyes, he held my hands and he then bowed down and prayed to a God, a God I wanted to know about so much more. I could not wait to run home and show my mother the jewellery and introduce my parents and brother to this man. Once we got home and the supper was laid out the old man started telling us about our great uncle Abraham and his son. I was excited, could this be the man I dreamed about the past six years on the tree next to my home .I now knew that this was the sense of purpose and destiny that tugged at my heart.
I was going to travel. I was going places. I was going to marry this unknown man in a far off place. The man I dreamed about since the time I was a little girl on the tree, my mother and my brother Laban wanted me to stay another ten days before I left but I felt an urgency in my heart and in my spirit that this was my destiny, this was my purpose and this was the man I was going to marry. I felt excitement and curiosity, what will this man look like? Will he find me attractive? What will my first kiss be like? I got ready for travel. I would miss my parents and my brother Laban yet I knew I had a destiny to fulfil. This was my life. This was my destiny. This was meant to be and this was my call. We had a long journey then from a distance I saw a tall man with strong shoulders coming towards us. I asked the old man who he was, he said this was Isaac, his master. As he said the name Isaac my heart skipped a beat .Being brought up with the values and culture of my family I covered my face with a veil. Isaac came towards us ,he held out his hand to help me down the camel. Our eyes met for the first time, there was chemistry I blushed as I got down ,I slipped and his hands held me tight. It was then that i knew that I belonged I belonged to Isaac .Isaac took me into a beautiful tent which belonged to Sarah his mother he gave me some goat’s milk and some dried fruit .He said a prayer holding my hands as we sat on the soft crimson cushions .He told me about Yahweh that his father Abraham had told him about and I believed. He then took a golden goblet and poured wine into it .we both then made a covenant with Yahweh that we would love Him, serve Him and follow Him. Isaac then promised to love, cherish and honour me. I promised to love, cherish, honour and follow him wherever he would go, obey him and be the best wife I could be for him .I now knew I belonged to Isaac ,he took the veil of my face and kissed me. It was then I knew what God had prepared for me. God had prepared me for Isaac. That was my destiny. I have never looked back since. Yahweh be praised.
You write very well, with a vivid imagination.
I found your blog when I renewed my url for humur.org, a site that I intend to use to provide humor from all cultures, initially in English, but later
in the international language, Esperanto. (www.unikom.org)
“humuro” is the noun in Esperanto for the English word “humor”