A musically accomplished woman married late in life. It took a special man to help her see that a partnership and commitment might have its merit. Her wedding was accompanied by a live orchestra, fitting because of her great love for music and this man.
After a short time of being married, the woman began to hope for a child. She became angry when she was told the chances were slim she could conceive. Her husband agreed to any procedure she discovered might be a way to become pregnant, until one of the procedures had a very negative side-effect. He refused to support her dream any longer, and instead researched adoption.
The woman found out she was pregnant while in the process of adopting a 1-year-old baby girl. She was beyond ecstatic to hear she might have two children after all the yearning and struggle for just one. Her new daughter was showered with gifts by all her friends who knew the struggles she had gone through. Everyone commented that she glowed with expectation, and she did. Her baby boy was born without incident, except a minor defect discovered in one ear drum that was believed corrected by surgery.
A devoted and energetic mother, the woman enrolled both children into music lessons at very young ages. She exposed them to many different styles and tastes of music, as well as multiple instruments. Her daughter had less interest in playing music than in dancing ballet to it, and her mother was satisfied with that. Her son seemed quite adept at picking up musical concepts to her delight, but lost interest as he grew older, preferring sports.
Years went by, and the daughter was given a new car when she was old enough to drive. The girl was not a steady driver, and a windy road near their home proved too much of a challenge for her skills. The new car went over the side and rolled several times. The boy was paralyzed from the head down from the accident while the daughter had less serious injuries. The woman blamed herself for the accident and was grateful that her children had not been killed.
Years of adjustments changed the woman’s dreams to hopes that her son would live to see the age of twenty. The injury was such that at any time he might take a turn for the worse or simply die without warning. Her years of self-focus had completely changed to thoughts only of her children. With difficulty her husband convinced her to take a trip overseas to celebrate their wedding anniversary. When they returned, her son had composed a symphony in her honor, for he had missed his mother greatly. The song brought immediate tears, even poorly played by a computer program.
She made plans to have the song played by her friends in the orchestra, but her son refused. He insisted that it was only a first draft and only meant for her. She persisted in a hope that it be heard and played by a real orchestra. Over a period of time he changed the song, expanding it and perfecting it until it moved the listener to sorrow and joy in a few minutes time. Finally, he agreed to let it be played.
It was shortly after the orchestra began practicing that the doctors found his ear problem from birth had compounded. He had lost his hearing in one ear. Devastated, his mother wept to hear that her son would not hear the song performed in stereo. He smiled at her and simply said “Mom, I wrote it for you to hear it, I’ve already heard it many times in my mind.” He passed away two years later, but his song continued.
—————Thoughts that motivated this story—————
This story explored the defeat of dreams.
In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not.
The story of Rachel is as complicated and full of competition as any reality television show today. She tried everything to get what she wanted before she finally had her son Joseph. Her greatest desire was to be a mother and she waited a very long time. Even his father celebrated when Joseph was born (Gen 30:25) by deciding to return home after years of avoiding his brother. Rachel must have wept most bitterly for her son Joseph when he was (taken to Egypt) reported dead.
The voice of lamentation is heard as Rachel (mother after so much turmoil) bitterly weeps for her children. She refuses to be comforted. I find it poetic that Rachel died in the place (Gen 35:19) Jesus is born. Had Rachel lived to raise Benjamin it is quite possible she would have wept to see him go to Egypt; even though hope was found there.
The story reminds me of my own life, where I see an end to something and I grieve the loss, unable to see any good in it. I have no understanding of God’s working in the situation; I only know the pain of loss, or what I can’t have. The people in Israel at the time of Jesus were unaware just like Jacob and Rachel. They had no idea that in Egypt was hope and life, the very person they longed for. Jesus has a hidden identity just like Joseph centuries before; but his true identity will be revealed soon. God’s will is sovereign, it has a purpose and sees beyond today into what really matters. As I look back at my life I see that I continue to grieve and fight what I don’t understand and I wonder…will I ever get it?
My thanks to BarrentoBlessed for permission to pingback on this story. Best wishes to all who are hoping-to-be mothers.