I have always had a problem with the story of Jacob and his two wives. First came Leah, steady, dependable, mother of many sons. Then came Rachel, ravishingly beautiful but only producing two sons, the last of which took her life. Reading between the lines, I am afraid Leah was never appreciated for her worth in the family, taken for granted, pushed aside to make room for her more delectable sister.
How many of us have Leahs and Rachels in our own lives? For me, Leah was teaching school. Every day for thirty years I walked through classrooms of children: teaching, encouraging, shepherding. And every month I brought home a paycheck that ensured we would have a roof over our heads and electricity to light it. Without it I wouldn’t have the house or the life I enjoy today as a retired person. Teaching gave me badly needed health insurance and equally necessary summer vacations. But was Leah enough for me? No.
I wanted Rachel: writing. I wanted to be a published novelist and I went after this Rachel with a passion I never had for Leah. Now don’t get me wrong, I loved my years as a special education teacher and conscientiously worked every day to do my best, but my goal, the prize that I longed for was to get my words into print. To see my name on the cover of a book.
And now I have her, in the form of four published books with two more in the wings. I have my Rachel, but has she increased my bank account? Have I been able to buy needful things with the money she has earned? No. Thank goodness I get a retirement check every month. If I had to live on what Rachel has produced, we’d all be in the local shelter. I have to admit, I still love and pursue Rachel with undying passion, but I certainly appreciate my Leah and all that she has provided through her bountiful loins.
How about you, what unappreciated Leahs and vaunted Rachels do you have in your own life?
Reprint from Bindings at http://blogs.christianpost.com/bindings/
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