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Rahab always knew when a man was lying.

It was a skill she had learned early—how to read their eyes, their hands, the slight shift in their tone when they said, I’ll come back for you or You’re different from the others.

She never believed them.

But that night, when the spies knocked on her door, something was different.

They weren’t looking at her like the others did. They weren’t here for what she had to offer. They were here because they needed a place to hide, and she…

She was tired of hiding.

The truth was, she had been listening. For weeks, rumors had spread through the streets of Jericho like wildfire. Stories of an invisible God, a mighty army, a people who had walked through the sea on dry land. She heard whispers of destruction, of a city that was doomed. And though she had no proof, something in her gut told her it was true.

So when the king’s men came pounding on her door, demanding she hand over the spies, she made a choice.

She lied.

The irony wasn’t lost on her—she had spent her whole life being used, but tonight, she was the one doing the using. She sent the king’s men on a fool’s chase and turned back to the strangers hiding beneath the flax on her roof.

“I know that the Lord has given you this land.”

The words came out before she could stop them.

It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a guess. It was the first thing in her life she had ever been sure of.

They looked at her, surprised.

Most men doubted her. Most men assumed she didn’t know anything beyond the walls of her own bedroom. But these men? They listened.

And when she asked for her life, for her family’s life, they didn’t hesitate.

“Leave this scarlet cord hanging from your window,” they said. “When we return, you and your family will be spared.”

The moment they left, Rahab sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the cord in her hands. A thin red thread. It wasn’t much, but then again, neither was she.

She had no wealth. No husband. No legacy worth remembering.

But she had faith.

For the first time, she wasn’t betting on a man’s word. She was betting on God’s word.

And she had a feeling He wouldn’t lie.

Would you like me to refine this further or explore another angle? Maybe from the spies’ perspective or even Rahab years later, looking back? Let me know how you’d like to expand on this!

Disclaimer – as I am finishing up my new E-book, I gave Chat a try with creating a short story from my own content from the book. I am sharing because I liked it.