Zechariah and Elizabeth - Liz and Zech.
The day that we got married was one of the happiest days of my life.
Oh the dreams we had.
We both wanted a lrage family,
sons to be taught scripture and a living
daughters to be taught to be capable wives and tender hearted to all.
Yet it was not to be.
After all these years of marriage it is still Zechariah and Elizabeth, Liz and Zech.
We have learnt to ignore the cruel whispers,
insinuating that we are bad people
as God has not blessed our marriage with children
and assuming that Zech is somehow lacking is his devotion to God,
despite being a priest
or that we have never consumated our marriage - which
a) is none of the business and
b) totally untrue.
I knew that something had happened when a silent husband returned from serving in the temple.
He had to write everything down - thank goodness I defied convention and learnt to read.
I would have hated to have heard his incredible story through an interpreter!
The news he brought blew my mind.
I was so shocked when he told me that we were going to have a son
at our age!
Forgive me, but I did wonder if he had taken a second wife
and not had the heart to tell me
But, actually, I knew that wasn't true,
there was no way certain gossips would have failed to bring that news to my attention!
Goodness knows, havent our lives been subject to enough scrutiny
and speculation
over the years?
And now, it will no longer be just Zechariah and Elizabeth - Liz and Zech,
instead it will be Zechariah, Elizabeth and John - J, Liz and Zech.
And so in my old age my body is still not my own,
they all want to see me,
eager to detect my extending stomach and breasts,
to reach out to see if they can feel my child.
But I have chosen to stay at home in seclusion
and marvel at the changes in my body I have wanted to experience for so long
and treasure each and every moment.
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