Jezebel’s Blog

Scripture Reading – 1 Kings 21:5-10

Blog Title – Witchy Woman [Alternate Titles: Proud To Be Pagan; Gypsys Tramps And Thieves; Heart Of Darkness]

Blogging Niche – Women and Pagan Bloggers

About Me – Phoenician Princess of Sidon and Queen of Israel. I worship the gods Baal and Ashtoreth. Power and wealth are my biggest desires and I always get what I desire.

Photo Credit – Photodisc

Blog Excerpt –

What A Man Wants, A Woman Gets

A vineyard. Ahab was sulking because a Jezreelite wouldn’t give up his ancestor’s land. What was the big deal? If he wouldn’t give up his land, the king should just take it.

But when my husband wasn’t king enough to handle the situation, I took matters into my own hands, concocting a clever and devious plan, a scheme surely pleasing to the gods. I had the Jezreelite accused of treason and blasphemy, wrongly accused, but who cared? He was stoned to death and Ahab got the land he wanted, which was just; he is king and entitled to whatever land he desires.

The prophet Elijah claims that his ‘God’ will see me killed and eaten by dogs. I’m not worried. Nothing’s happened to me yet and I believe Baal will protect me.


Once upon a time there was a young woman who graduated cum laude from university. For years she despaired of ever using her English degree. Then I gave her the direction she needed and now she writes for me - her father so heavenly.

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Jochebed’s Blog

Blog Title: Mission: Motherhood

About Me: This blog is about my mission from God – motherhood. As a Hebrew slave in the land of Egypt, I’m usually accepting of my lot in life, until it threatens the life of my son. Pharaoh has issued and edict that all Hebrew baby boys be thrown in the Nile. I will not let that happen. I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to keep my son safe, including sending him away. I would rather cut out my own heart than separate from my son, but his life is worth any amount of pain and suffering to me. That comes with the territory of motherhood. Right now my life’s mission is simple: keep my son alive.

Intended Audience: Hebrew slave women and mothers.

Blog Excerpts:

Surprising Results

I can hardly believe what has happened! All day I walked around in a fog of sorrow, not seeing the sun rise, not feeling the rays burn my skin, barely existing. And then Miriam busted in with amazing news!

Pharaoh’s daughter found my son in the basket and has decided to take him in and raise him as her own! My son is safe! He will live! I danced with happiness.

And it gets even better! Pharaoh’s daughter has asked me to nurse the boy for her and she’s going to pay me! Not only is my son going to live; I’m going to be there to see him grow up. I still get to hold him, hug him, kiss him and love him every day!

Thank you, God for your brilliant plan! May I always trust in your ways even when they are painful and heart-breaking! I dedicate my life to raising children who love and serve you above all. May I not fail in my mission!

The Plan

Materials Needed:

  • Papyrus Basket
  • Tar
  • Pitch

My first step was weaving a basket with the papyrus. After coating the basket with the tar and pitch to make it water tight, I lovingly placed my baby boy inside and gently kissed his precious forehead, savoring the scent of innocence and purity. Then with my daughter Miriam, I set the basket among the reeds on the bank of the Nile and said goodbye. My heart shattered into a million pieces. By God’s strength I kept breathing and moving.

A Difficult Decision

Can you imagine hiding your infant son for three months? Well, that’s exactly what I’ve been doing. Caring for a newborn is exhausting enough without the added threat of discovery. Every day I live in fear that Pharaoh’s men will find my child.

Sleep is a distant memory at this point. If I’m not up with the baby, I’m shooting up out of bed in a cold sweat with panic beating like a drum in my chest. A crying newborn is stressful for any mother, but it’s twice as stressful for me. If anyone heard the cries, well, I can’t even think about it.

Now I know I can’t continue hiding him. He’s growing like a weed and it makes my heart swell with pride and tremble in fear.

I’ve come to a decision. It’s the most difficult decision I’ll ever make. I’ve prayed over it, railed against it, and finally accepted it: I have to let my son go. I can no longer protect him, I have to trust that God will keep him safe.

(Exodus 2:1-8 NIV)


I ended the challenge with Moses’ wife, so what better way to begin again with Moses’ mother? I apologize because I meant to have this posted on Friday per schedule, but circumstances made that impossible.


Once upon a time there was a young woman who graduated cum laude from university. For years she despaired of ever using her English degree. Then I gave her the direction she needed and now she writes for me - her father so heavenly.

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Jacob’s Blog

Blog Title: Climbing the Ladder of My Life

About Me: I’m getting on in years and decided it would be good to revisit my past and document key moments in my life for my children and my children’s children. My sons suggested I try this ‘blogging’ thing. Well at first I wasn’t too sure. What in the world was blogging? After I had an idea of what a blog was, I realized that a blog could reach a lot of people and the wisdom I’ve gained throughout a lifetime is worthy of sharing with more than family. So my boys handled the technical set-up of this blog since I have no idea how these new-fangled computers work, but I do the writing.

The title of my blog is from a dream I had once long ago in which I saw a stairway reaching from earth to heaven and the angels of God were ascending and descending on it. At the top of the staircase stood the LORD. This blog is a ladder of my life; each entry represents an important step forward to seeing the Lord.

Intended Audience: This blog is a memoir. There is wisdom to be found for those on all rungs of the ladder of life.

Blog Excerpt:

Sibling Rivalry

As a boy, I was sneaky and manipulative. I even convinced my twin Esau to sell his birthright to me.

Esau was a skilled hunter. My father enjoyed the wild game Esau caught and favored Esau over me, while my mother favored me. This sometimes happens in families. And in some cases, like mine, the children react poorly to the situation. If you are a parent reading this, please know that it is never good to play favorites with your children. I speak from experience. It was a lesson I had to learn the hard way.

One day my brother came in from hunting while I was cooking stew.

“Quick, let me have some of that red stew! I’m famished!”

“First sell me your birthright,” I continued stirring the pot of lentil stew.

“Look, I am about to die,” Esau said. “What good is the birthright to me?”

I smiled, but pushed him, “Swear to me first.” So he swore an oath to sell me his birthright.

I gave him some bread and some stew. He ate and drank, and then got up and left. (Genesis 25:29-34 NIV)

After stealing Esau’s birthright, my mother helped me steal his blessing as well. She overheard my father telling Esau to bring him some fresh game to eat and he would bless him.

So my mother made me bring her two goats, which she cooked exactly the way my father liked. Then she covered my hands and neck with goatskin. It’s important to note here that my brother Esau was quite hairy! After putting Esau’s clothes on me, she handed me the food she made and told me to take it to my father.

At this point my father could barely see. He asked who I was and I lied and told him I was Esau. He believed me even though he said I sounded like myself and not Esau. “Come here, my son, and kiss me.”

So I went to him and kissed him. When my father smelled Esau’s clothes, he blessed me and said:

Ah, the smell of my son is like the smell of a field that the LORD has blessed. May God give you heaven’s dew and earth’s richness— an abundance of grain and new wine. May nations serve you and peoples bow down to you. Be lord over your brothers, and may the sons of your mother bow down to you. May those who curse you be cursed and those who bless you be blessed (Genesis 27:27-29 NIV).

I was destined to receive my father’s blessing. God had said so and yet, I manipulated my brother and then my father to get it. Still a youngster, I believed that I was in control that I didn’t need God. It would be many years before I finally accepted that God is always in control.

Once you realize that you need God in your life, you are one rung closer to reaching the top of the ladder of life. And of course, waiting at the top is the Lord.

My climb has only just begun. Tomorrow I’ll share another step forward on the ladder of my life!


Once upon a time there was a young woman who graduated cum laude from university. For years she despaired of ever using her English degree. Then I gave her the direction she needed and now she writes for me - her father so heavenly.

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