In Genesis 24, Eliezer of Damascus, under the direction of his master Abraham, travelled back to Mesopotamia. He was to pick a bride for Abraham’s son, Isaac. There he discovered Rebekah and brought her and her nurse Deborah back to Abraham.
Rebekah married Isaac and had Jacob and Esau. Later, Jacob went back to Mesopotamia. He married Leah and Rachel, took concubines, had lots of kids and travelled back to Canaan.
We don’t hear another word about Deborah until Genesis 35:8.
But Deborah, Rebekah’s nurse, died and was buried below Bethel under an oak; and the name of it was called Allon-bacuth [oak of weeping]. (Genesis 35:8, AMP)
We know so little about Deborah but we can easily presume that she spent her life doing the job God gave her, faithfully serving the family.
This story reminds me of the poem ‘The Dash’ by Linda Ellis. She speaks of the importance of our lives , the dash between our birth and death dates.
How are we handling our dash?
Prayer – Lord, help us to be faithful dash-ers. Amen