Slightly Bad Girls of the Bible
by: Liz Curtis Higgs
My reflections of a prodical Daughter
A few years
ago I read Higgs’ books Bad Girls of the Bible and More Bad Girls of the Bible
and laughed and reflected and learned. So, when the opportunity came to get her
new book Slightly Bad Girls of the Bible I was all in (I might even have
fangirled a bit when I found out she was there and autographing them too).
Anyway, as I began to read the first chapters about Sarai I was not expecting
much because let’s face it, I do not have children, have never wanted children
of my own and am perfectly happy this way. And then I get to the meat of the
story. Sarai’s pettiness and bitterness and, drum roll here, how long she had
to wait to receive a promise from God.
Suddenly, my own struggles with singleness and loneliness were not as
uncommon as I thought. Not that our
desires were the same, but at the core, both of us were burdened and
overwhelmed with a life we didn’t want or choose and had no option to change.
So, Sarai,
long past the age of hope, is given a message that her life is going to change
and everything she ever dreamed of having is going to happen. I imagine there
were years of joy and faith, then perhaps that surety faded into hope and
prayer until finely nothing was left but despair and bitterness of not only not
gaining the thing most prized of all, but of a seemingly broken promise. Maybe God didn’t always keep His promises,
maybe He changed His mind, maybe I did something to screw up my own reward is
probably the thoughts that crosses Sarai’s mind as the years passed. I know
they have mine. Author Liz added, that
Sarai had to have been thinking, TOO LATE!!! You are Too Late when she was 75
and already through the change of life. Staring at calendars and clocks instead
of facing God is where Sarai went wrong and just like her, it is where we go
wrong too. I have been staring into the
clock of my life and have given up because of the “time.” Too old, the world
says. Too old, my family says. Too old I say to myself in the mirror, and God
replies, “Nothing is impossible for me.”
But, like
us, Sarai, began to think of ways to MAKE God’s prophesy come true. In her
desperation to have a baby she gave her servant to her husband as a second wife
to have a child that she was probably planning to take and raise. Who knows
what she was thinking, but it seriously could not have been very coherent
because who couldn’t see the end of that story coming a mile away like a
runaway train. But then, desperation
makes us do stupid things. Things that
we would never try in an ordinary circumstance because they are obviously not
good choices. But desperation makes us think that we do not have the time
(there we go back to clock watching again) to wait for our miracle or our
promise. It is not happening in OUR
timing so we must not be doing something right, therefore making it our
responsibility to change or make a way for it.
Bringing our thinking right back to center around ourselves. Our needs,
our time, our lives, our promises, like we have any power at all to change the
course of God’s Divine Will. ( Not saying that we cannot make choices that can
and do alter our lives, but ultimately God’s Will is the way it will end, we
just make ourselves go down much longer and rougher roads than necessary
because of our choices).
But enough
about Sarai’s choices and her doubt, eventually, God dealt with her doubt and
God is big enough to deal with our doubt as well. Who knows the mind of God, so who can say why
God allowed Ishmael to be born (causing thousands of years of war and death to
this day) but he did and one very large lesson we can get from it is this:
Ishmael is the man made attempt to fulfill a destiny of God’s without God’s
Blessing and Isaac is the miraculous divine fulfillment of a promise by the
creator and giver of that promise, Jehovah.
You may arrange circumstances to look like your dreams have been granted
by your Heavenly Father, but unless God makes the path, it is NOT a fulfillment
of His Promises and ultimately will not satisfy you. It is the same for ANY of
our dreams and hopes. If they are not part of God’s plan for our lives then
they will never bring us joy or hope. It is only though the mercy and grace and
blessings from above that we find any sense of true contentment and well-being.
In my case,
this means my being single all these years was not a mistake! I did not do anything to make it not happen!
I am not too ugly or fat or stupid for anyone to love! I am not unlovable! It simply
means that God’s plan for my life did not involve marriage. BUT even though it
seems as if my “time” has run out, that I am too old for love and too old to do
all the things I wanted to do, God is bigger than time. In fact, time is simply
a human created measurement so that we could track the passage of existence and
God is certainly bigger than anything humans could create. Like Sarah, I have
to see and understand that TIME is irrelevant to the God of the Universe. Not
that this is to say that I will ever get married, (God did not promise me
anything) but as long as I continue to place His Will before my own desires and
dreams, then I will be better off because He wants only the best for my good,
and only He knows exactly what that is.
Therefore, I have to take my eyes off the clock and keep my eyes focused
on Him because to God there is no such thing as time.
So, as a
person who loves kids but has no interest ever in having my own found common
ground with a woman who was desperate for children and found that she had
something important to teach me about not only God’s timing, but about time in
general. And in a time of life where hope seems to be in short supply, her
story reminded me again that NOTHING is too big for God. And even if He doesn’t
make a big production of it (like holding the Sun in place for a battle to be
won, (Although techniquely would it mean he held the Earth still instead,
because the Earth is the one causing day and night by rotation – don’t you just
love my brain?) lol) He can still alter the very laws of physics and nature
when he wishes.
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