...third letter...

Dear Jacob,

Seven years? Are you out of your mind? That is too much of a worth for a woman like me... i don't deserve that... and you really have to promise father that? ... do you know how shrewd father is? He would not take seven years for me... i'm sure he's up to something... i'm already afraid for the outcome.

Watching you attend to the flock day after day after day just warms my heart beyond description... How was it possible - that a woman like me would deserve the attention and the sacrifice of a man like you? I have never felt that valued before... i have always lived second to Leah... and my life seemed to revolve on just being second, being younger... but you, coming to father like that? ... telling him you chose me over Leah... that's the first time i was ever taken first. Not that i mind, really, but it's a tough life... to live as second, as the younger one - bullied by my older siblings.

Shall i say that you're the answer to my prayers? That in the past years i have been uttering these prayers to the gods of my father but they never answered. And now, there you are... before me... every day, here in my father's house waiting, working to be with me... there really must be a God who listens... somewhere... i would love to know Him...

Seven years will be a long wait... but you seem tireless and unmindful of the time... a strange man you are! Yet my heart warms every time i see you smile back... could it be possible? i think it is possible... i might have begun loving you...



gazing from afar.

rachel