Who am I?

I’m a woman from the Bible. Who am I?

One evening, I arrive at the well as is my custom, and an elderly man is sitting there. I can’t figure out why any man would be waiting in that place. Maybe he is unwell. I ask him if he wants some water. He gratefully takes a dipperful. The old man seems tired but also excited, as if he were anticipating something special. I’m not sure what to think.

I volunteer to give his camels water, and he accepts. I lift many pitchers full. The man is appreciative and emotional. He bows his head and worships the LORD. Blessed be the LORD God of my master, who hath not left destitute my master of his mercy and his truth: I being in the way, the LORD led me to the house of my master’s brethren.

He gives me beautiful jewelry, which I wear immediately. In turn, I offer hospitality to him and his animals.

My brother greets the stranger warmly. The man refuses to eat without first telling the story of his mission. Frankly, it’s a long one. He goes back to the history behind his master and that he’d been sent to the relatives to pick out a wife for his master’s son. He tells my family about his prayer and my appearing and giving the camels water.

It seems strange to me that he would pray that way, and I honestly think most young women would treat animals well. What do I know?

My brother and father listen. Indeed, all the household listens intently to the fascinating story. When the man asks my father and brother if I will go with him to be his master’s son’s wife, they reply yes.

The man bows himself to the ground and worships God. Then, he gives me even more jewels of silver and gold and beautiful clothing. He also gives gifts to my brother and mother.

Everyone is in party mode tonight, eating and drinking and rejoicing.

I go to bed wondering what kind of man I will find at the end of my journey. Is he tall, kind … dare I dream handsome? It takes me a while to come to terms with my fate. In one day, I am engaged to marry someone I have never seen. Will he think I am pretty? Too late now. The agreement has been made. My father and brother are all for this match and I have no say. But, if the Lord indeed led this servant to me, it will be okay. I rest in the will of God and my family.

The next morning, the man is in a hurry to whisk me away. My mother and brother protest, saying they want me to stay at home at least ten days. But the man insists that we leave today.

My family lets me decide. I tell them I am willing.

I’m soon on my way, tears brimming as I turn away from home and family, promising to return someday. My nurse and maids travel with me, riding on camels, like princesses.

I peep from behind my veil to meet my husband. He is beautiful, and I sing a little song of praise to God in my heart.

Soon, we are married. He actually loves me. I didn’t dare to hope for my husband’s heart. It is wonderful to be married to this man. God knew what He was doing when he directed my father-in-law’s servant to me.

God blesses us with two sons, twins. The Lord tells me clearly, The elder shall serve the younger.

I make a huge mistake and decide our younger son is my favorite. I make another mistake, putting our son and his inheritance before my husband in my affections. Two deceptions later, I lose him forever. For he must flee, and I will die before he returns.

God has mercy on my favorite son and makes him—and our elder son—fathers of nations.

Who am I?

Who is my husband?

What are the names of our sons?

Which nations did they found?

For bragging rights, can you name my father and brother?

For extra credit, what specific kinds of jewelry did the servant give me at the well?

2 Replies to “Who am I?”

  1. Rebekah

    Isaac

    Jacob and Esau

    Israel and Edomites

    Father Bethuel, brother Laban

    Gold nose ring; two golden bracelets

    I have to admit to doing some searching on this one. I kept getting the stories of Isaac and Rebecca confused with the stories of Jacob and Rachel 🙂

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