Hannah: the mother of the prophet Samuel - A man whose words did not fall to the ground. I usually assume that to mean this: if Samuel called you stupid by mistake, you were as good as stupid from then onwards. I might be wrong, but oh well... Whatever the case, he was Samuel! God's P.R.O. to Israel, the man who anointed David, and his words were not toyed with.
But there would not have been a Samuel if not for Hannah.
Hannah was barren. She had a loving husband. They weren't poor as far as we know, but still, she couldn't have a child and she was desperate for one. What was even worse was the fact that her husband's other wife had children, and she wouldn't shut up about it. You know those folks? Those who just loooooove to rub it in...
But you see, the discomfort she felt from her rival is the reason we had Samuel. (Some enemies are rather necessary).
When she couldn't bear the provocation any longer, she got up and went to pray. I mean really pray. She didn't shout. She didn't scream. Her lips gave out no sound. But I dare say the prayer of an earnest heart is far louder in the corridors of Heaven than most of our religious shouting.
(By all means, shout if you must while you pray... But if it's not from your heart, please, spare us)
Hannah's story is longer and more elaborate than I can share in this short post, but here's something of interest: Hannah means Grace.... And so??
And so Grace will not let your enemies laugh at you forever. Grace will not allow a child of God to remain under oppression. Grace will birth for you a promise greater than you asked for. You may be looking for a child... Grace will give you a Samuel to bless a whole Israel.
How desperate are you? How desperate is your heart? Don't tell me... Tell our Father.
✌😎KayO
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