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TITLE: Love That Lasts | Previous Challenge Entry
By Jack Taylor
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Rachel-walking with effortless grace, her veil flirting with puffs of wind, her laughter drifting like a ballad. Her dance was the verse in his song, the melody in the creation shimmering all around. He’d crossed wildernesses, fled his brother’s wrath, and veered from emptiness to fullness at her father’s well.
His heart chased a path it could never abandon. Under the stars, he whispered his endless prayer. “Adonai, let me serve well for her heart. May my years of labor be only as a morning dew before the sun.”
Laban, Rachel’s father, sheathed his shrewdness behind a smile that rarely touched his eyes. “Serve me seven years for my daughter and she’s yours.”
Seven years raced faster than a gazelle before a cheetah. The gazes of secret lovers lengthened, cheeks warming, hearts soaring like the eagles above.
His strength grew as he lifted stones, crafted shelters, and dug for water. His tenderness swelled as he nursed and guided lambs, as he crafted songs of love, and as he looked on the longing of his heart. He was a man who served with joy.
Dawns and dusks danced their way into the past. The sun beat on the back of the shepherd strolling the hills. Rocks and branches scarred his hands and feet. Yet his spirit knew no fatigue. Every hour of service was a verse in the love song he composed with his life. When their eyes locked across the field, Rachel knew the song was hers alone.
On the night of the wedding feast, torches blazed, wine flowed, and laughter paved the way for ecstasy and intimacy. Laban, veered by deception, sent in his veiled elder daughter, Leah. Not until morning was the cruel deed revealed. Jacob’s soul staggered, his heart wrenched in two.
“What have you done to me?” his voice thundered. “Wasn’t it for Rachel that I served you? Why have you deceived me?”
Laban didn’t flinch. “It’s not customary to give the younger before the older. Seven more years, and you can have Rachel, too.”
Volcanic anger simmered, yet, as he watched the tears on Rachel’s face, his love resurrected to overcome. True love can’t be severed from its focus. Bitterness cannot be allowed to veer the pilgrim from the heart’s chosen path.
“I will serve,” he said.
The hills unleashed their blessing on the flocks as Jacob whittled away more wealth. His duty grew into sons, but his passion looked ahead. Many would have severed ties and cursed their betrayal, but Jacob endured the sun, the hunger, the weariness, the burdens, and he bore them for one heart.
Love blossomed like a rose through silent glances, in the touch of the hands as they lingered at the well, passing water jars for their flocks. As sunrise and sunset galloped by, the foundation of their covenant took root and grew.
Fourteen years after the first vow of betrothal, the final celebration unleashed their joy. Jacob’s beard was silver-edged, his shoulders betrayed the path of pain, but his eyes-his eyes lit like torches as Rachel entered the room. When he lifted her veil to confirm his prize, the light filled her eyes as well.
No trickery veered him from his joy. Clothed in light, his life fountained into bubbling happiness. Vows rose like verses of a sacred psalm, and heaven’s blessing weaved together with earth’s longing. For fourteen years, love hadn’t dimmed.
“For all these years I have longed for you,” he said.
“For all these years I have waited for you,” she replied.
“Adonai has kept us for each other.”
“And now, we shall be one, and nothing will sever us.”
As more rainbows gilded the sky with promise, children ran laughing and tumbling among the lambs. Love was patient, it was kind, it bore all things, it believed all things, it endured all things.
Rachel’s smile kept love alive, even in the darkness. “Your service was a song that fueled my heart,” she cooed. “For service is love’s highest song.”
Such truth. Fourteen years had been a passing breath. In the end, love was not severed by deception nor veered by hardship. It endured through service, and it conquered.
Another servant would one day express love for those promised to him.
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