Noah's Wife by Rebekah Joy Anast

Viewing life as an adventure, not a trial

When my mom married my dad, she could not cook, and her housekeeping skills were untried at best. She was (is) deaf in one ear and partially deaf in the other. This handicap made it difficult for her to pronounce words correctly, and resulted in odd spelling and conversational blunders. Nevertheless, my mom had the advantage of Noah’s wife: she viewed life as an adventure to experience, not a trial to be endured.

When Dad announced that they would have their babies at home, delivered by a bearded midwife (himself), Mom read up on the subject and talked his ear off about all that she was reading, so that both of them would be prepared when the hour of labor arrived. She kept herself in shape and prepared as best she knew how, and trusted God for the rest. He was faithful.

When Dad announced, “We’re going to homeschool!” Mom didn’t point out her deafness, or the fact that she’d never heard of anyone teaching their kids at home. Instead, she went to the junk store and bought five dollars worth of phonics books and set to work on her dyslexic 4-year-old (me). When the day of persecution came as a result of following a faith-stricken patriarch, Mom did what Noah’s wife did: she followed her man into the ark and waited to see what God would do. Again, He was faithful.

Read the rest of the story at No Greater Joy