I’m not a mother, but I try to imagine the depth of hurt, ache, and the mixing of hope & hopelessness bound up in the birth of Seth.
Eve knows God will redeem the world through her children, but one is lost by murdering the other. All of her hope is destroyed.
She holds Seth.
How she must have trembled at his first cry. How she must have clung to him and pressed him close to her body, but also feared losing him, just like she lost the others.
Could she trust God with this child? She trusted him with the first two, and we know what happened.
I weep for Eve. For us.
How do we trust after we’ve been let down? How do we hope when everything we hoped for has been dashed?
The story of Eve and Seth is a story of God healing the broken hearted. It will require time. It will require God.