Who Was Noah’s Wife?


Back in 1990, I was working a “sit and wait job”. I was helping an elderly man. He needed someone to sit near his bed and help him to the bathroom when he woke in the night. He and his wife were light sleepers so I couldn’t do much other than sit and read. That summer, I read through the Bible 5 times. I got so bored that I decided to dig into the genealogies in the first 5 books of the Bible. I made charts, compared life-spans and looked up the meanings of the names.

The spin most preachers put on Cain began to bother me. The reason I had been taught that Cain’s lineage was included was to show how evil mankind had become. The passage supposedly shows that Cain’s sin led to Lamech’s sin of marrying two wives and illustrates how violently corrupt the world had become. The things that bothered me were:

  • A. It seemed to me that Cain did not get the punishment he deserved. In Genesis 4:13-15 Cain seems repentant and God reduces his punishment.
  • B. Polygamy was not considered a sin in the Old Testament. The two most heralded patriarchs of the Bible, Abraham and David were both polygamists, not to mention numerous kings and other leaders.
  • C. Lamech’s declaration in Genesis 4:23-24 about killing a man that wounded him sounds to me like self-defense. He makes the assertion that if God could have mercy on Cain for murder, then surely God will have even more mercy on the person who kills in self- defense.

When I got into the genealogies, I started to find other things that bothered me.

  • D. The explanation that since all the decedents of Cain perished in the flood, the sons of Lamech had to have been “spiritual” fathers of shepherds, metalworkers, and musicians. I couldn’t find the concept of “spiritual” fathers anywhere else in the Old Testament genealogies.  In fact, the closest thing I found was Jesus’ genealogy in Matthew which traces Jesus to David through his adoptive father Joseph.
  • E. Then there was the daughter of Lamech named Naamah. Women are not mentioned in genealogies unless they are the mothers of very important men.

All this was making me very curious about what had actually happened before the flood. I kept saying to God, I wish I could just talk to Noah! I wasn’t asking to speak to him. I was just wishing. But one night, the heavens above me opened and I could hear the angels singing. I sensed that God was inviting me to come talk with Noah. I started to get up out of my body, but I thought better of it. My life on earth was very harsh at that time and I had small children. I was afraid if I visited Heaven, I’d never want to come back, so I got back down into my body and told God He’d have to get it across to me some other way.

Within a week, I was delving into the genealogy of Esau in Genesis 36. It goes along talking about Esau, his wives and concubines and his decedents.  Then, all of a sudden, it switches to the genealogy of Sier the Hortite. “Huh?” I thought, “What does that have to do with anything?” Further digging revealed that Esau and Sier were in covenant together and the covenant was sealed by the giving of one of the granddaughters of Sier the Hortite as a concubine for Esau.

Verse:22 “And the sons of Lotan were Hori and Hemam. Lotan’s sister was Timna.”

Suddenly a light went on! The reference was very similar to Genesis 4:22 “And the sister of Tubal-Cain was Naamah.”

I had previously done a lot of studying about covenants. In ancient times in a covenant between two tribes, a common name was often adopted and a marriage between the two families was sealed by the giving of a daughter in marriage to the chief of the other tribe. Noah’s father was also named Lamech and my timelines showed that it was entirely possible for the Lamech of Cain and the Lamech of Seth to be alive during the same time period.

Naamah was Noah’s wife! Why did I think this? Because in ancient times, wives were generally taken from close relatives and they were often “earned” by working for the father of the woman. Noah’s son Shem’s decedents were known as shepherds and nomads. Europeans are for the most part descendants of Japheth.  The most enduring music ever written has come from them.  Ham’s decedents were known for their prowess in war – a superior knowledge of metalworking was essential to them. Lamech of Cain’s sons are listed as “the father of those who live in tents and have livestock”, “the father of all those who play the flute and harp”, and “an instructor of every craftsman in bronze and iron”

Sherlock, you got it! Naamah went back to her brothers to find wives for her sons. The genealogy of Cain is included because we can trace our beginnings back to two of the sons of Adam and Eve – Seth and Cain.

For many years, I wondered if I had really heard from God. After all, why was I the only one who interpreted this genealogy this way? It was another 25 years before I found anyone else who thought Naamah was the wife of Noah, but thanks to the internet, I have found that there are some ancient Jewish traditions  and rabbis that concur with my conclusions.

The genealogies also seem to point to the general climate just before the Flood. During the time of Enoch, just around the time of Adam’s death, there was a great revival. After God took Enoch to Heaven without death, things deteriorated quickly until there were only 8 people left on the earth who followed after God.

Chapter 6 tells the story of the Nephilim. These were beings who were part angel and part human. I believe Satan had a plan to take over the earth by planting the seed of rebellious angels among men. These “supermen” are probably the Titans of Atlantis. They persecuted believers of the true God as evidenced by the self-defense of Lamech of Cain and the early death of Noah’s father Lamech. All of mankind were forced to worship them or face death. So God intervened.

It’s a tactic Satan has used time and time again – and it’s going to happen again. Matthew 24:37 As were the days of Noah, so will be the coming of the Son of man.

Accepting Imperfection


Thumbelina, as a child, she was my most treasured Christmas gift. I really don’t remember how long I asked my parents for her, but it seemed like a hundred years 🙂

When I was a kid I had some major health problems. My folks had me tested, even to the extent of putting me into the hospital for a couple of weeks. The conclusion was that I had some allergies and that I liked attention. It wasn’t until I collapsed on the floor of the bathroom and went into respiratory arrest when I was 34 that anyone in the medical establishment recognized the severity of my problems.

There were many things that I simply couldn’t do, that were expected of children my age and giving up my thumb sucking was one of them. My parents resisted Thumbelina for a while because they didn’t want to encourage my unacceptable behavior, but finally they gave in.

For them, I am sure it wasn’t a huge deal, but for me, it was everything. I suffered from huge rejection issues. No one knew what was wrong  with me, not even me. I just knew I was wrong, I was bad. Thumbelina proved to me that my wonderful parents accepted me and loved me with all my imperfections. Thanks Mom and Dad, for demonstrating unconditional love!

Women | Headcoverings and Culture

This is a post that has been on my heart all summer:


Can you see the clay blocks in the middle of that brush? It was a lot bigger at the start of the summer. My neighbor had torn down an old chicken house a few years ago and had them piled there. This spring she heard that I was looking for blocks to build gardens with so she told me to come get all that I wanted.

Over the summer, I’ve been stopping every week or two and picking up a few. It’s been a huge blessing, but it seems I always forget to stick a kerchief in the truck so I can cover my hair.


Almost every time I duck through that thicket, a stick grabs my hair!


I wind up with a sore head and looking like this 🙁

In I Corinthians 11 women are instructed to cover their heads while worshiping.  Getting my hair stuck in the thicket has given me a whole new revelation on this verse.

Years ago, I learned that in that time, only prostitutes appeared in public with their hair uncovered, and that to pray without a head covering in that culture  was only practiced in pagan temples. Paul was instructing women to respect God by not looking like a prostitute in church. I understood the concept, but until this summer, I didn’t understand why.

 The Bible was written from an agricultural perspective. It was also written by a culture that believed long hair on a woman was incredibly attractive. Any woman who was willing to work wore a head covering because in an agricultural setting a woman’s daily life often involved delving into a thicket for berries or rescuing a lamb. A head covering was an essential piece of work equipment.

On the other hand, a prostitute, who’s only value was sex flaunted that fact by displaying her sexually attractive hair.

A woman who covered her hair when she prayed was saying, “I’m of much more value than a prostitute. God has equipped me with the ability to be much more than just a sex toy!  I am ready and willing to work not only with and for my family, but with and for my God!”

This morning, I started my day out by praying in my jeans and work shirt. This is how I often dress when I am working on the farm. It’s warm, durable and it allows me to move, climb fences, kneel etc. without catching my skirts on stuff or worry about having to keep it pretty. Seems like an appropriate outfit to wear while reporting for work with my LORD 🙂

God Bless You All!

~Grama Sue

To Reinvent the Wheel

A while back, I was telling a friend that I would like to build a top bar bee hive. He didn’t know what that was, so I described it to him. He  asked, “Sue, why do you always have to reinvent the wheel?” So, I went on to tell him about the difficulty I have handling the weight of regular hives.

Grampa Tom often makes the comment that I “always do things the hard way”, but I just can’t do things the way he does them. I can’t just see or hear something and remember it. I have to use memory tricks or I don’t remember. I can’t throw a shovel full of dirt 16 feet, so I shovel the dirt into the garden in one place and then I use the rake to spread it out. I’m likely to do things backwards and then have to go back and straighten it out of make adjustments.

I am only 5′ 4″, I’ve always had memory issues. I’m spacially challenged and slightly dyslexic. And even though (for a woman) I have a large rib cage and shoulders, I’ve never had even half as much upper body strength as a typical woman. Seriously, I know how to change a tire, but I can’t physically do it! One of Grampa Tom’s favorite memories of when we were first dating is when he ran across me literally jumping up and down on a jack trying to get the lug nuts loose! He laughs about that every time he tells the story! I was so glad to see him drive up in his white truck like the hero he became that day! He whipped those babies right off and changed my tire in no time.

But I regress … Guys, and everyone else who looks at the crazy things I do and wonders why I am always trying to reinvent the wheel, the reason is: Your wheel is just too darn big!  Either help me or I’ll figure out some other way to get it done!

Rant over 🙂

God  Bless You All!

Grama Sue

Fighting Prejudice


Some people may be offended by the fact that I call my grandson “The Brown One”. I do not do this flippantly or without thought.

In the first century, people who followed Jesus were not known as “Christians”. They were known as “People of the Way”. Non-believers chose to try to belittle them by calling them “little christs”. Christian means “Little Christs”. The People of the Way chose to be proud of this taunt and turned it around by owning the name. Those who first coined the term “red neck” also tried to give it a shameful connotation. Instead of bowing to that shame filled spirit, we chose to own the term. Duck Dynasty is a result.

I know that my grandson will run across prejudice and people who will try to belittle him. My purpose in giving him this nickname is to teach him to be proud of his heritage so that when he does run into ignorant people, he can hold his head up and say, “Yep! I’m brown! I’m of mixed race. I’m whatever term you might choose to call me and my grandparents are red necks! Deal with it! I’m God’s answer to my grama’s desires!

Chicks, Avon & E-Bay


So far, there’s 7 little babies and quite a few eggs that are chirping through little holes! I’ve got them in the house with the incubator. I’ll keep them in here for a few days just to make sure they stay nice and warm, but if you or your kids would like to see them, I’ll be happy to invite you in! If you’d like to buy a few, they are $2.35 each.


Really, I mean really, it was my intention to just have a few Avon books and a lotion or two available for my customers in the garage! Somehow, I managed to order 200 books by mistake. I’m taking it as a sign from God. The same day I realized what I had done and that I couldn’t fix it, my “sleeping around job” ended. I know how to sell Avon. I used to support my family on it. Maybe God wants Avon to be a major source of income again. Needless to say, I’m spending a lot of time this week passing out Avon books!


The Farmer’s Market in Burlington went very well this week. We sold out of egg noodles and I managed to sell quite a few of my golden eggs. This week it will be on the river just south of the bridge where it is supposed to be. If you want to come, it is held from 5-8 pm every Thursday. We should also be going to Keokuk on Saturday morning (at the Keokuk Mall) and to Carthage Monday afternoon (at the courthouse).


Back in the fall of 2006, I was selling quite a bit of stuff on E-Bay, but that project got put on hold due to my assessing job. This week I resumed it. I’ll try to put a couple of things on it a week. This week, I put Grampa Tom’s first shopping bag on E-Bay with a starting bid of $4.99 and some black printer ink for an Epson printer with a starting bid of $9.99. If you’d like to bid, you can find my stuff at


I was amazed at how far I got my gazebo top to rug project last weekend. I actually got all the strips rolled into balls and have begun to braid the strands!

We bought some more paint to paint eggs with – even some red, white and blue for the 4th of July. I’ll probably experiment with that a little this weekend along with my rug.


The biggest project we’ve had going on this week has been the gardens. We’re finishing the construction and planting like mad.

We have planted tomatoes, potatoes, cucumber, radishes, onions, peppers, turnips, corn, green beans, lima beans, broccoli, lettuce, spinach, carrots, garlic, squash and pumpkin. We already have some herbs. The oregano and lemon balm are coming on strong and the sage is starting to leaf out. I also bought some seeds for dill, basil and marjoram. I’ll be drying most things, but if you’d like some really fresh herbs, I’d be happy to go cut some for you!

Be sure to ask to see our new raised bed gardens. We are following Len Pense’s plans:


They take a lot of work to build, but once they are done, they are a breeze to care for. We’d love to build one for you or teach you how to do it yourself!

(tips, recipes and ideas for saving money)

Hurting People Hurt Other People

Some old people are real sweethearts, but there are other’s who are just plain mean and if you are going to take care of them, you can’t take it personally. Most of the time, these are people who’s brains aren’t working right and/or they are in a lot of physical pain. They lash out at you because they are in pain, not because you did anything wrong. They still need to be cared for and loved, so you have to learn to look past their bad behavior and do what’s best for them in spite of themselves – kind of like putting a crabby kid down for a nap.

Actually that’s pretty much the way it is with all people. 90% of the time, people who are growly or mean aren’t actually responding to what you did. They are responding to situations in their pasts where they were humiliated, scared or devastated. Or maybe they are just tired, stressed out or hungry. Don’t take it personally! Forgive them and move on. You’ll be a happier person.

God Bless You All!