Then God remembered Rachel, and God listened to her and opened her womb. She conceived and bore a son and said, “God has taken away my reproach.” And she called his name Joseph, saying, “May the Lord add to me another son!” (Genesis 30”22-24 ESV)
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Rachel did not write a book of the Bible, did not found an empire, did not start a university, nor have more children than her sister, or their two servants.
She complained a bit, was jealous, was manipulative, and often untrusting.
But she understood at least one thing about God better than I usually do.
When God blessed her, she expected that God would bless her more.
Perhaps that was greedy, but I believe it was hopeful. Perhaps it was selfish, but I believe it was trusting. Perhaps it was childish, but I believe her knowledge of God’s boundless love was mature.
God does not distribute blessings to His beloved stingily. God is no miser or cheapskate.
Rachel believed, and was right, that when God blesses His children, it means we can expect more blessings.
Because that is how much He loves.
More than we think. More than we expect. More than we notice.
From the immense blessing of cross-purchased forgiveness, to the incredible blessings of not merely a long life, but eternal life… God blesses more. God blesses again.
God blesses as big as His love.