“Then Jacob also went in to Rachel, and he loved Rachel more than Leah. He served with Laban still another seven years.”
Genesis 29:30
PART TWO
“Stop, please, just wait,” Leah called after Rachel as she ran into their former shared tent. Rachel ripped off her cloak and spun around. Her eyes burned with fury, her almond hair flowed around her tanned face, covering her slender shoulders.
She even looks radiant after a day’s labour in the sun, thought Leah. No wonder why he loves her.
“What do you want?” her voice was barely a whisper.
Leah stepped forward and reached for her sister’s trembling arm. Rachel cowered like an injured animal. “Don’t touch me,” she growled.
She hates me. Tears blinded Leah’s delicate eyes. No matter what she said, it could not erase the pain she caused.
“How could you Leah? Jacob was betrothed to me. Me, for seven years!” Rachel’s volume escalated. “He loves me. He wanted me. I’m your sister for heaven’s sake!”
Leah could barely hold her head. She’s right. My beautiful, adventurous Rachel. Memories of caring for her younger sister flooded her mind: bandaging scrapes and cuts from the field, teaching her how to grind grain for bread, or giggling in the night cuddled up how sisters do.
“I’m so sorry.”
A menacing laugh escaped Rachel’s gut. “Sorry? You stole my love and even wore my bridal veil to do so. You know, the one we made together for my wedding? MY WEDDING!” Leah slowly retreated to the tent door. “What’s done is done. Enjoy your husband for the week because after that, he is mine. You, will be a despised after thought. Get out!”
Leah stepped into the heat of the setting sun and dragged her feet back to her own dwelling. It was time for her to prepare the evening meal for the man she deceived. The man who was so in love with Rachel, he pleaded for another seven years labour to have her as wife.
Story of Leah and Rachel: Genesis 29, 30
“Stop, please, just wait,” Leah called after Rachel as she ran into their former shared tent. Rachel ripped off her cloak and spun around. Her eyes burned with fury, her almond hair flowed around her tanned face, covering her slender shoulders.
She even looks radiant after a day’s labour in the sun, thought Leah. No wonder why he loves her.
“What do you want?” her voice was barely a whisper.
Leah stepped forward and reached for her sister’s trembling arm. Rachel cowered like an injured animal. “Don’t touch me,” she growled.
She hates me. Tears blinded Leah’s delicate eyes. No matter what she said, it could not erase the pain she caused.
“How could you Leah? Jacob was betrothed to me. Me, for seven years!” Rachel’s volume escalated. “He loves me. He wanted me. I’m your sister for heaven’s sake!”
Leah could barely hold her head. She’s right. My beautiful, adventurous Rachel. Memories of caring for her younger sister flooded her mind: bandaging scrapes and cuts from the field, teaching her how to grind grain for bread, or giggling in the night cuddled up how sisters do.
“I’m so sorry.”
A menacing laugh escaped Rachel’s gut. “Sorry? You stole my love and even wore my bridal veil to do so. You know, the one we made together for my wedding? MY WEDDING!” Leah slowly retreated to the tent door. “What’s done is done. Enjoy your husband for the week because after that, he is mine. You, will be a despised after thought. Get out!”
Leah stepped into the heat of the setting sun and dragged her feet back to her own dwelling. It was time for her to prepare the evening meal for the man she deceived. The man who was so in love with Rachel, he pleaded for another seven years labour to have her as wife.
Story of Leah and Rachel: Genesis 29, 30