When I finished Meriyvah and Malchuth, I thought the next woman to be encouraged by, was a woman named Sarah…however I cannot tell her story without including the mother who wept for her son, the mother who wept with her daughter and the wisdom flowing from a grandmother.
Let me first start by introducing them separately and then we will see how their lives are woven together and what deliverance, joy, peace and restorations happen in their lives.
Their story is found in The Cepher of Toviyahu also called Tobit. This is one of the 23 books of the original scriptures before 1611 (the 23 books were purposely left out so that the scriptures would be lighter). The book can be found in the Apocrypha, in The Cepher, and online.
Deborah was the grandmother to Toviyahu also called Tobit (I will refer to him as Tobit, because a great deal of this story involves his son also named Tovyiahu) she raised Tobit and encouraged him to care for others.
Channah was a wife to Tobit and mother of one son, Toviyahu. We don’t know how old she was when they married nor her age when she gave birth to Toviyahu or what family she was from. She had some type of skill which she was able to use to help her family when her husband could not work. During this time she not only received her wages but she found favor in those she worked for. Like Rivqah her being was knit to her son and she wept for him.
Edna was wife to Re’u’el and mother of one daughter, Sarah. We don’t know how old she was when they married nor her age when she gave birth to Sarah, nor what family she was from nor whether she worked or not. She seemed like she had some type of administrative skill because she helped prepare the written covenant for Sarah’s marriages. She had a close relationship with her daughter offering encouraging words and weeping at the hope she had for her daughter.
Sarah was the only child of Re’u’el and Edna. We don’t know how old she was when she first was married, how many years there were between the marriages, nor how old she was at the time we learn about her. I am sure that she like many girls and women, desired to have a husband and family of her own, however, each time she believed and hoped that she had found one, the husband died. Not once, not twice but seven times and before the marriage bed was even shared! She must have thought something was wrong with her. To add to her frustration, her father’s maids tormented her so bad until she despaired of her life. Yet YAHUAH had a plan…He had her true husband in His plan.
Next we will see how their stories begin.