A Woman of Valor – Coffee with Deborah

I flip through the pages of Time magazine and stop at the article I want to discuss. Deborah: A Woman Fighting in a Man’s World. A zillion questions tumble through my mind, spinning out of control like an overloaded washing machine on its last cycle. How can I fit them all in? I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Why was I so nervous?

Well, it’s not every day you get to interview a prophetess, judge, and military leader all rolled into one, Darlene. What if she laughs at my questions?

I place a firm hand on my bouncing knee, warding off the jitters and foolish insecurities.

The bell chimes announcing the arrival of another guest at The Daily Grind as I check my notes one last time before setting up my recording device, journal, and pen.

A shadow lurks around my table, blocking the light. I glance up to see what’s overtaken my space and a gasp escapes before I can stop it.

“Hi, you must be Darlene.” Deborah smiles and extends her hand.

I bolt to my feet, chair scraping the floor. The patrons around us stop chatting and glare at me, their eyes voicing annoyance at the interruption.

My cheeks redden. “I am. Nice to meet you.”

Deborah’s grip is firm, her eyes gentle. Dressed in a white tunic with a red sash draped around the shoulder, she towers over me. Her dark hair is braided and falls down the left side of her chest. The character, Xena Warrior Princess, pops into my mind. Not in dress of course, but in stature. I push the thought away and gesture her to sit.

“Thank you for meeting with me.”

“It’s a pleasure.”

She picks up the magazine and flips to the cover. “I hate this picture.”

“Why?”

She points to her image, standing under a palm tree with her arm raised with men forming a circle around her. Their swords lifted as if ready for battle.

“I hate how they’ve depicted me. Like I have men ready at my beckon call. It wasn’t like that.”

I press the record button on my device.

“What do you mean? What was it like going into battle with all those men?”

“Thrilling, scary, and frustrating.”

I raise my eyebrow.

“Wouldn’t you be frustrated with all that testosterone in one place?”

We laugh.

“Why wouldn’t Barak go into battle without you?”

“I guess he respected my opinion and strategies, and wanted me beside him. We won that battle. God was with us.”

valor

The waitress comes to our table. I ask for a chai tea latte and Deborah orders a double espresso. Strong coffee for a woman of strength.

I check my notes, pondering which of the questions I want to ask next. “How did you get all the men to follow you?”

“I didn’t. God did.”

“How were you so successful in a man’s world when they probably just wanted to throw you out of town?”

“I kept in constant communication with my Father and let Him guide my steps.”

“Did the men try to abuse you? I don’t mean physically but verbally. Let’s face it, you were living in a day and age when women’s roles were at home taking care of children, not in battle or the courtroom.”

“Of course. They’d ridicule me from time to time, but I knew I was doing what God asked of me. That’s all that matters.”

Our drinks arrive and we both take a sip.

“Oh, that’s good,” Deborah says. “I love a strong cup of coffee. My days are long and I need caffeine to keep me going.”

A group of teenagers arrive beside us, staring at Deborah as they remove their coats. They giggle and whisper among themselves.

“Ignore thepalm treem.”

“I’m used to it. What’s your next question?”

“You set up your court under a palm tree. What type of cases did you hear each day?”

“Everything. Widows not being able to work on her own land, disputes over grazing boundaries, water rights, thefts, murders. You name it, I’ve heard it.”

“Wow. I’m impressed. You were known as ‘A mother in Israel’. How did that make you feel?”

“I didn’t focus on it.” She shrugs and rolls her eyes, attempting to take the glory away from herself. “I only wanted to be used of God.”

“But how was that possible in an age when men ruled?”

She leans forward. “God isn’t bound by tradition. He looks deep into our hearts and sees whether or not we’re willing to be used of Him. It doesn’t matter if we’re male, female, young, older, or where we’re from. He’ll use us.”

My eyes widen.

Of course.

The only requirement God needs for an effective servant is a willing heart.

And He’ll give us the strength to do it.

So simple. Why do we make it so hard?

The woman sitting across from me served God with not only a willing heart but with valor.

I finish my latte and turn my recorder off.

“Thanks for letting me interview you. You’ve given me such great insight into becoming a woman of strength.”

“It’s all from God.”

Judges 5:7-9 (VOICE)

But those from rural areas stayed away,
the destitute in Israel kept far off,[a]
Until I, Deborah, arose
to be a mother to Israel.
They had chosen new gods,
so war came to their gates.
Was there a spear or shield to be found then
among the 40,000 of Israel?
My heart is warmed by those in Israel called to command them,
who offered themselves willingly to the people.
Praise the Eternal One!

What do you think it takes to become a woman of valor? Is it possible today? Share with us.

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  6 comments for “A Woman of Valor – Coffee with Deborah

  1. March 9, 2015 at 8:09 am

    I love the story of Deborah, Dar. Thanks so much for interviewing her.
    What does it mean to be a woman of valour? Sounds like a great blog post prompt. 🙂
    Have a great week, my friend. So glad there’s you.

    • March 9, 2015 at 7:40 pm

      Glad you enjoyed Deborah’s interview! I had fun talking with her. 😉 Thanks for stopping by!

  2. Diane Spearing
    March 9, 2015 at 8:44 am

    Oh Dar very good.. Man, God has blessed you with such a gift. I love how the one response was I didn’t God did… That is so key we have to take our hands of our own agenda and be 500% submissive to our precious God and with that we can do anything. God has been my husband and my father, Daddy. God bless you Dr..

  3. March 9, 2015 at 7:44 pm

    Thanks Diane. You’re so right. We need to leave things with Him!! Blessings, Di. xo

  4. Susan Steeves
    March 10, 2015 at 5:29 am

    I love how you make yourself real as you are waiting for Deb to show up. Nervous, scared your questions will be sissy, asking this woman of important…that shows great character and bravery too sissy. We all have a great importance to our Saviour and all have a huge role to play for His Kingdom.Deb is inspiring and encourages me to press forward in my calling to serve. I love this series…Its makes me think of these woman and how hard they had it many years ago…and I shouldn’t complain.. Love ya

    • March 10, 2015 at 7:38 pm

      These women did have it tough. I’ve forgotten that. We read the Scripture and don’t really think about it. This series has made me sit back and take a hard look at their life and what they must have gone through. It’s an eye opener and I’m learning so much!

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