A lot of people get tied down to whatever society assumes the “norm” is, but actually I dive straight into in-difference like it’s the gold medal to be won.
I’ve always been different yet I’ve never looked at that as a weakness rather than a strength. The under dog in life is who I’ve always rooted for because I relate more to that than anything. I’d love to sit here and write that I feel like a Paul or a Moses…Joshua. But I’m not.
I’m the Rahab hiding the spies of  Christ. Even if it means her life.
I’m the sinful woman. The woman with no name…as she was so overwhelmed by the presence of Jesus she washed His feet with her tears.
The whore at the feet of Jesus. Yeah, that’s me.
I associate myself to leah a lot. She was “second.” Her whole life. In everyone’s eyes including her own. The very meaning of her name “tired” or “cow” the scripture calling it “tender.” but I’ve often thought it meant she had no sparkle in her eye. Being fully aware at the fact everyone looked at her as second best. Probably a big girl like myself and not pleasing to look at. But I’ve never looked at her like that. Not at all.
As I’ve written in another blog, God always knew.
Leah may have been second to everyone else.
Her father, her sister, her people….even her own husband.
But not God…
He blessed her womb and in the names of her children you can begin to see the light coming back into her eyes, her life, her hope and faith.
Her dignity rested upon what God the Father had done for her and NOT the lack of love her husband or anyone else had for her.
Leah…
Her first three sons names proves how sad she was. She was so sad and usually what comes with that is loneliness…but from the fourth we see she found her praise. Her strength was found in her worship to the Lord. I can only imagine the transition of who she was becoming in Christ, through the birth of her babies.
Reuben, Simeon, Levi, Judah, Issachar, Zebulun and a daughter, Dinah.
She was also the only wife that was buried with Jacob.
And her children?
Levi was the father of the priestly tribe of Israel. The descendants in that tribe include; Moses, Aaron, Elizabeth (mother of John the Baptist), Barnabas and Peter. We also have her son Judah. Whose descendants include, King David and Jesus…The Son Of God.
Leah…the less favored.
The sad sister.
The second best, whose husband didn’t truly love her.
She cried, wept and I bet took long walks alone to have quiet, heart breaking conversations with God about why nobody loved her…and that she was so lonely.
I’ve always rooted for the under dogs of life. Because I am one.
I take walks with God quite a bit myself and if nobody ever will truly SEE me well, I know God hears me. If the cup I’ve been given is just enough for me then so be it.
I’ll drink it. And I’ll walk this road holding my head high smiling and talking to every freaking stranger I see because God IS enough. He IS enough.
The bible says that Rachel was more favored but it never says that Leah WASN’T.
I may be an underdog who is the last picked (if at all) but I DO carry favor and I walk in it daily.
I like being different.
I like being an underdog.
Most gypsies are anyway….and that’s me. You dig?

Selah….
Cheryl