Blog Title: One Life to Live
About Me: I am married to the man I love. There’s just one problem –he’s also married to my sister, Rachel.
Intended Audience: Fans of romance and drama!
First in Marriage; Last in Love
After giving birth to my first son, I was sure my husband Jacob would finally return my love. He didn’t. I prayed that Jacob would grow to love me after each of my boys were born. He didn’t. I may not have been a great beauty, but I was blessed with fertility and gave birth to healthy sons! But Jacob didn’t care about that, and after my last son was born, I was just happy to have a healthy child. Jacob would never love me the way he loved Rachel. I had to learn to accept that.
It was more important to me to be with the man I love than to have his love in return. Many women will call me foolish or pathetic, but I am just being realistic. I’m not as beautiful or charming as my sister. My eyes don’t twinkle when I laugh. My hair doesn’t sparkle in the sun.
I am blessed to have a man like Jacob as a husband and a father to my children. I will take him any way I can get him. Rachel, on the other hand, doesn’t know how lucky she is and takes Jacob’s love for granted.
Today my oldest son, Rueben brought in some mandrake plants from the fields. When Rachel saw the plants she said to me, “Please give me some of your son’s mandrakes.”
“What? You took my husband from me and now you want to take my son’s mandrakes? Am I just supposed to let you have whatever you want? I’m not a man so easily taken with you!”
“Fine,” Rachel said, “Jacob can sleep with you tonight in return for your son’s mandrakes. Does that make you happy? I don’t know why you have to be so dramatic about everything!”
“How generous of you to allow me to sleep with my own husband!”
“Look, Leah, I’m trying to help you out here. You know Jacob doesn’t want you in his bed,” Rachel cruelly pointed out.
Well, two could play that game. “I suppose I can give you my son’s mandrakes. After all, I certainly don’t need any help getting pregnant. Whereas you need all the help you can get!”
“Why you little…”
“Mom! Aunt Rachel!” Reuben stepped between us. “Can you please not fight over Dad, at least while I’m around?”
I was ashamed that in my anger I had forgotten Reuben was there and allowed him to witness our petty arguing. I could tell Rachel was also embarrassed by the slight reddening of her cheeks.
That night when Jacob came in from the fields, I met him outside. “You must sleep with me,” I said. “I have hired you with my son’s mandrakes” (Genesis 30:14-17 NIV).
We slept together that night and I got pregnant with my fifth son. No, I’m not proud of myself. I was not happy with how the situation played out. Of course I’d much rather Jacob have come to me willingly and not because his favorite wife bartered his services for some mandrakes, but this was my life.
I learned long ago to throw out any girlish romantic thoughts with the bath water. If you are a woman like Rachel living out a fairy tale love affair, good for you. Unfortunately, not everyone lives a fairy tale. Some of us make the best of the one life we have to live.
I just loved the drama of the story of Leah and Rachel. Reading it while studying Jacob, I was reminded of watching soap operas with my mom some twenty years ago!
Do you relate to Leah or Rachel? Do you have a sister like Rachel?