My name is Esther. My life story reads like a fast-moving novel which includes plot upon plot; sub-plots which are filled with intrigue, planned murders, corruption, hatred and fear, and even what could have been a genocide of my people, the Jewish nation.
My heart is full to overflowing with God’s precious watchfulness over my life, and the life of this child growing within me. You see this child is in every sense a miraculous gift of God. My husband Elkanah had seen me in tears so many times because of my seeming infertility, that he once asked me, “Hannah, why are you so downhearted? Am I not as good as ten sons to you?” But my mother’s heart so wanted to bear him a child, as well as to know this blessing of God on my life.
What was that?? My whole body writhed in pain and horror as I heard a scream of sheer terror come out of my own mouth! Who am I? What made that unearthly cry? Why the wrenching, pulling, and tearing within my gut as some wave beginning in my toes weaseled up through my whole body and seemingly out of my mouth, accompanying that ear-piercing yell? What happened?