God of Generations,
You are the Keeper of every name,
the Recorder of every life.
Even when we skim the list,
You never skip a soul.
This chapter so full of names,
of sons and chiefs and kings
tells the story of Esau’s line.
The brother who lost the birthright,
but not Your provision.
Lord, You didn’t forget him.
Though Jacob carried the covenant,
Esau carried a legacy too.
You gave him descendants.
You gave him territory.
You gave him history.
Because You are the God
who lets even broken paths
grow roots and bear fruit.
I confess
I sometimes act like You only work
in the chosen,
the righteous,
the obvious.
But You are writing stories
even in the places I overlook.
You blessed Esau
not with the same calling,
but with abundance.
You multiplied his family,
his possessions,
his influence.
Lord, help me celebrate
what You’re doing in others,
even if it’s not my path.
Help me see Your hand
in the lives of those I once resented,
those I once thought forgotten.
The names here may seem distant,
but to You, they mattered.
To You, they were sons and daughters,
fathers and leaders,
souls with weight and worth.
And I realize
You are not just the God of the spotlight.
You’re the God of the margins.
The God of the unchosen brother.
The God who still blesses
even when the story went another way.
So I bring You my name.
No matter how obscure,
no matter how ordinary.
And I trust
that You see,
that You count,
that You remember.
You are the God of all nations,
all families,
all generations.
And You’re working,
even in the lines
that history forgets.
In the name of Jesus,
whose genealogy includes
kings and shepherds,
outsiders and insiders,
and makes space for all
Amen.