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"blessing I will bless you, and multiplying I will multiply your descendants as the stars of the heaven and as the sand which is on the seashore; and your descendants shall possess the gate of their enemies.

"In your seed all the nations of the earth shall be blessed, because you have obeyed My voice."

-God to Abraham

A Chosen Bride

Part 2

Standing alone in the field around his father's camp, Isaac stood mediating on God's words. He thought of the many stories his father, Abraham had told him of God. In how He had destroyed Sodom and Gommorah with mighty power. His father loved to relate the events leading to his birth- and how he was the promised child. The long awaited and beloved son.

Their descendants would be as numerous as the grains of sand and stars, Abraham often boasted. Isaac believed in God's promises but felt weary and tired. His mother, Sarah had died at the ripe age of one hundred and twenty seven years but he mourned her fiercely. When his mother had breathed her last, he remembered seeing his father throw himself at her side and weep over her. He had wept also.

Isaac, now forty years old, knew his father wasn't a young man any longer. Abraham, great of faith who all revered was now one hundred and forty years old. Still, he was just as stubborn as in youth and was bent on finding a bride for his son, in which Isaac would marry and carry on the descendants.

As if in reply to his thoughts he heard the heavy footsteps of someone approaching. Turning his head, he saw his father. Abraham was using his cane and Isaac saw his father had made the long journey from the tents in order to see him. Isaac smiled and affectionately went over to his father, placing an hand on his arm.

Abraham's face was weathered with age and years. His tanned faces was staring at his son with a slight smile and wizened look. His dark eyes were alight with an excitement and zest for life.

"My son, my trustworthy servant shall return with your bride. God had revealed this to me."

Isaac's eyes danced. "He has? I still don't understand why you want me to marry father and didn't send me to find my own wife. I am still relatively young. But you know whatever you would have me do, I shall do it."

Abraham patted him on his arm and went over to a large rock which had been used many a time by Isaac. Sitting down, he let out a deep breath and looked up at the sky. Isaac followed his gaze.

"What are you thinking about son?" Abraham asked.

"Thinking about God and the stories mother and you used to tell me when I was a boy." He sighed. "I miss her."

"So do I, Isaac. I can remember when I first saw her. She was like a princess among women... I want you to have a wife among my family, one that will give you good all your days as Sarah did for me. And you do know that I would be blessed to have grandchildren," the old man finished with a smile.

"As you have said many a times," Isaac chuckled. "You go your way father and let me prepare for my future bride."

Abraham laughed. He got to his feet and gave him one last look with a contented grin. Isaac knew his father was most pleased at the thought of finding him a suitable bride. He trusted his father's judgment, yet wondered what woman God would have chosen for him.

He felt trepidation even as he felt a slight anticipation. Even though he hadn't thought of it long, he too did want what he had witnessed his father and mother have-love. He wanted children and he wanted to make his father proud. It wouldn't be a bad thing to have children running around and to make his father happy in his old age.

The sun was high in the sky, signaling that it was evening. He pushed his thoughts aside and thought of God. He could feel it in the surrounding scenery. From the blades of grass, trees, wind and sounds around him. He heard the voice of his father afar off at his tent and felt a slight gust of wind caress his face.

Lifting his eyes up, as if beckoned by some unkown force, his eyes scanned the horizon, the surrounding hills and mountains. It was then that his eyes lingered on a crowd of people that were moving by camels. It was a party of five. His eyes in particular lingered on a young woman who seemed to see him and she immediately dismounted with gracefulness.

His sandaled feet moved one in front of the other as he slowly drew near. He recognized his father's servant and saw that the man had returned with more people then he had left with. There were a few other women that he took as maids.

Whereas he had caught a glimpse of the woman, she now had a veil covering her face. He wanted to see her face but she hid it from him and he wondered why. He looked at his servant for an answer.

"Master," the servant began, "This is the wife the Lord had chosen for you. She is Rebekah the daughter of Bethuel. I prayed to the Lord for a sign and He sent her. I was sent to my master's brethren from which she came."

Isaac's eyes went to Rebekah. She was shorter then him and appeared youthful at her slight body. She remained quiet. He smiled, and looked at his servant.

"Well done. Please bring the camels back to camp with her maids and tell my father all that you have told me..."

The servant bowed and pulled on the camel's reigns. The large animals began to move towards the camp, away from Rebekah and him. Soon, they were alone in the field, with the last sounds of the camels and the maid's voices talking amongst themselves.

He turned his attention back to Rebekah. She still wore a purple veil over her face. He wondered if she were modest or fearful. She had remained silent but he could see that she was wathing him by the tilt of her head.

"Did you come willingly?" he gently asked, as to not frighten her.

"Yes, my lord," she softly said, her voice faint but sweet.

"Why do you hide your face from me?" he asked, stepping a step towards her.

She seemed to weigh her words. Her hands were clasped together under the fabric of her veil which trailed down to her waste.

"I don't want you to be disappointed," she simply said, her voice sounding louder and stronger. With the sound of her voice, he knew she was a woman that would not be afraid to speak up. They would be companions.

"I don't think that is possible," he said with an easy smile. He knew she could slightly see him through her veil. He saw her eyes drop before her hands moved up and she grabbed the veil with her finger, pulling it from her face.

The first glimpse Isaac saw of his bride, he stared at her with surprise. She wore a nose ring that their servant had brought on his journey to give as her bridal jewelry. There were two golden bracelets encircling her wrist. Her skin was more pale then he was accostumed to seeing on women. Her hair was a dark bronze and her face was young and there was an innocence about her. She smiled slightly and he also saw that there was a mischief lurking within the brown depths of her eyes.

"Are you pleased, my lord?"

He heard the uncertainty in her voice and smiled. Stepping forward, she looked up at him. He took her hand in his.

"Very much so, Rebekah. You are the one God chose for me."

She beamed up at him. She had plain features but when she smiled he felt his heart lighten and she looked beautiful. He silently thanked the Lord God for his father's decision and that Rebekah had been found.

"I think we will learn to love each other, Rebekah," Isaac quietly said.

He was certain that he would. In time they would grow together and know each other more. He felt much happier then he had in a long time since his mother's death. She was everything he could have hoped for and more.

"So do I," she softly said.

Isaac and Rebekah became husband and wife that day at his mother's tent. Trials would come but none would forget that God had ordained Rebekah to be his bride and he her husband.

(Twenty years later)

So when her (Rebekah's) days were fulfilled for her to give birth, indeed their were twins in her womb.

And the first came out red. He was like a hairy garment all over; so they called his name Esau.

Afterward his brother... Jacob. Isaac was sixty years old when she bore them.

So the boys grew. And Esau was a skillful hunter, a man of the field; but Jacob was a mild man, dwelling in tents.

And Isaac loved Esau because he ate of his game, but Rebekah loved Jacob.

Genesis 25:24-28 (NKJV)

TBC