In a meeting a few weeks ago, we were asked what biblical character we identified with and why. At first, I didn’t know why Mrs. Noah popped into my head, but I came to realize that she and I have a lot in common.
Mrs. Noah was married to a man with a plan. A plan to build an ark to save the world (or at least the world God chose to be saved–8 people and two of each kind of animal). I’m married to a man who found a house that needed A LOT of tender loving care and pursued it with a passion. Me, not so much. Although I appreciated the time and effort and the overwhelming perfectionism (well, not that so much) that my husband put into it, I didn’t understand why this house was so important to him. I prayed every day that the purpose of this house would be revealed (I’m still praying). I don’t think we’ve got all feet in the ark yet.
Mrs. Noah had children. Although they got on the boat, I don’t think they were all aboard with their dad’s mission. I have children. One, very excited about the house and having a new spacious, pink and red room. The other, who lived in denial until the last minute when she had to pack her stuff or leave it behind. Mrs. Noah’s children probably grudgingly helped their dad with the hammering and the sawing and the decorating and the moving in.
Mrs. Noah had feelings, dreams and desires just like her husband, but we don’t know what they were. We don’t know if she was so in love with Noah that she followed along voluntarily or if she was so tired of his shenanigans that she just blindly accepted it and prayed for it to be over.
Life has thrown some curve balls. I haven’t been asked to build an ark or warn people of impending disaster. God has blessed me with reasonably good health and a loving and supportive family. God has blessed me with a good job in a good place.
Just last week as I was praying about the many things I am dealing with (some of them life’s curve balls), I handed everything and everyone I cared about over to God and told Him to deal with it. I just couldn’t handle it any longer. I wish I could tell you it was a big relief. Instead, I received another curve ball. My 23-year-old is pregnant. It still hasn’t sunk in. All of the emotions. I can’t even explain it.
You don’t hear much mention of Mrs. Noah, but it wasn’t her story. It wasn’t really Noah’s story. It was God’s. God had a plan. He used Noah and his family to accomplish that plan. He gave Noah a task to perform, and Noah was obedient. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t complain. He didn’t ask why. He just built an ark. He rounded up the animals two-by-two. He talked his wife, three sons and daughters-in-law into coming with him. He listened to his neighbors and possibly his friends taunt and ridicule him every day for 120 years. But then the flood came, and God saved Noah and his family.
Noah was a man who followed God’s heart. I want to be a woman who follows God’s heart. That means accepting life’s curve balls with hope, grace and mercy. That may look different to everyone. I’m going to follow God. It won’t please everyone, but that’s not my concern right now.
And, in case you missed it, I’m going to be a grandmother.