I haven’t known you long and your story is short. The Lord led me to the book of your son when I needed you most. There were so many times where I was down about certain things in my life. Things people were saying to me. I couldn’t handle. I couldn’t be graceful and set things aside. Then I stumbled upon your story. Your short, simple, sweet prayer.
As I read, I imagine you as this kind, gracious, and extremely beautiful woman. Although, you would never know your own beauty. I don’t know whether Elkanah loved you first but I know that he loved you most.
Your husband gave you more and comforted you when you were to angry to speak. While you were being beaten down by the mother of your husbands’ children, he was asking “am I not better than ten sons?” Ofcourse that’s not the same! How did that not make you even more angry!?
I needed to say thank you. Thank you for showing me that even when we are being tormented by the words of another, we should still handle ourselves with grace. Like you, when we are feeling inferior to the birth mother, there are many things we can offer.
In your case, Peninnah showed her jealousy with the way that she treated you. She hurt you until you could not eat. Did you lash out at her? Did you take your anger towards her out on your husband? No, you didn’t. You went off alone. You wiped away your tears and you prayed. Yes, you were angry. You had every right to be. I needed the simple reminder that the Lord can heal. You went to him calmly and he remembered you and gave to you your Samuel.
Thank you, Hannah. Thank you for showing a step mother that no matter what others say about her that sometimes she should swallow her pride and remain silent. Thank you for showing me grace.