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Rebekah clutched her belly, wincing. Something wasn’t right. The kicks weren’t normal. It felt like a full-blown war inside her. She had seen other pregnant women, but none of them looked this tormented. She prayed, desperate for answers.
And then—God spoke.
“Two nations are in your womb. Two people, divided from birth. One will be stronger. And the older? He will serve the younger.”
That prophecy? It was about to change everything.
The twins were born.
First came Esau—covered in red hair, fists clenched like a warrior. A wild one from day one. But right behind him, gripping his heel like he refused to be left behind, was Jacob.
That wasn’t just a birth. That was a preview of their entire lives.
Esau grew up as the ultimate outdoorsman—hunting, running, dominating. His father, Isaac, admired his strength, his wild nature. Esau was his kind of son.
Jacob? He was the opposite. Quiet. Calculated. While Esau ran wild, Jacob observed. While Esau fought with muscle, Jacob fought with strategy. Their mother, Rebekah, saw his potential.
One day, the perfect opportunity presented itself.
Esau stormed into camp after a long, failed hunt. Sweat dripped from his forehead, his stomach growled like a beast, and he staggered toward Jacob, who sat calmly stirring a pot of rich, steaming lentil stew.
The smell hit Esau like a punch.
“Give me some of that. I’m starving.”
Jacob didn’t even look up.
“Trade me your birthright first.”
Silence.
The birthright—the inheritance, the family name, the covenant of Abraham. It was everything.
Esau scoffed. “I’m about to die here. What good is a birthright to a dead man?”
Jacob smirked. Got him.
“Swear it.”
Esau, too hungry to care, swore an oath. Jacob handed him the bowl. Esau devoured it.
And just like that, with a mouth full of stew and zero understanding of what he had just done—Esau lost something he could never take back.
To be continued…
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