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previously on the Chosen People.
Peninnah
Boaz is a close relative of my late husband. He is one of our kinsmen, redeemers.
Hannah
So when you say that Boaz has shown me favor, what you mean to say is you think you would marry someone like me. I'm not an Israelite woman. I did not grow up under your laws.
Peninnah
Perhaps, my daughter, perhaps you have sacrificed so much to stay by my side. Shouldn't I find rest for you so that you will be taken care of?
Hannah
I made a pledge. I will never turn my back on you or our God.
Elkana
The Lord be with you.
Hannah
All the Lord bless you.
Elkana
Tonight we celebrate the abundance of his provision. Well done, everyone. Well done.
Hannah
I've come to ask you to spread the wing of your garment over me, for you are a family Redeemer.
Elkana
May the Lord bless you, my daughter. I'm amazed at your faithfulness. I'll go and find the other Redeemer. If he wants to redeem you, then that is good. But if he doesn't want to redeem you, as the Lord lives, I will. I will gladly redeem you.
Hannah
You are my family's kinsman Redeemer. But I have also come to admire you as a man of valor and integrity.
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Ruth believed that Boaz would not rest until they had an answer. Their patience was finally rewarded when they heard hurried footsteps on the path to their stone farmhouse in the late afternoon. She reached the door and opened it slowly.
Elkana
I will love you as my own soul, honor you as my partner, and protect you as my bride.
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dusty streets of Ramah glowed with a soft light that danced across the swaying grass. Birds perched in the sycamore trees that lined the Fields filled the dawn air with tranquil songs, but the melody did little to lift the heaviness that weighed upon Hannah's weary heart. She clung to her knees as she knelt over the fire, stirring a large pot of lentils. Each turn of the spoon was a subtle reminder of whose bellies would be filled by the meal. From inside, the voices of Penina and her children carried through the open door. Penina's proud face emerged to greet Hannah.
Peninnah
Oh, from the smell your cooking has gotten better. But it seems there are still no little ones in your house to enjoy it, Hannah. Perhaps it isn't your season. Maybe the Lord will remember you next year, if he chooses to remember you at all.
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Hannah did her best to ignore the comment, though it sliced through her heart with a coldness that matched the morning chill. The children's innocent laughter was a stark contrast to their mother's cutting remarks. Hannah's shoulders tensed around her neck. Subconsciously in defense. Years of torment had conditioned the frail wife.
Peninnah
You know I only joke, my dear.
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Penina let out a laugh that feigned innocence as she turned on her heels back into her bountiful home. Elkana emerged through the threshold.
Elkana
Good evening, Penina. I'm sorry to interrupt, but I believe one of the boys has found himself in some trouble.
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Peninnah ran her hand along Elkana's shoulder and gave Hannah one last sly glance before returning back to the home. Elkana sauntered gingerly towards Hannah, whose shoulders had already begun to ease their way down to her sides. She felt at peace in Elkana's presence, yet her eyes remained steadfast on the embers and flame dancing before her. Perhaps it was shame or a sense of guilt that something within her made her feel as though she had failed Elkana as a wife in her barrenness. Elkana strode softly to Hannah's side. He knelt beside her with a gentle gaze. Her eyes were still unable to meet his. Elkana could see the shimmer of tears welling up in Hannah's eyes. Despite her best efforts to remain strong, Hannah had resolved to show Elkana she was resilient. If nothing else. Her husband placed his rugged hand on her temple. At his loving touch, Hannah could no longer fight her sorrow. Silent sobs sent tears streaming down her face. My Hannah. His raspy voice trailed off as he considered his next words.
Elkana
I know your pain at your barrenness, but please don't cry. Am I not better to you than 10 sons?
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Hannah peered sideways at her husband and forced a smile. She knew he meant well, but his consolation stung only slightly less than Peninnah's coarse jests. She pushed through her inner turmoil and affirmed herself of Elkana's genuine care for her.
Hannah
You are kind, my husband, but I have found that a heart without hope cannot find the strength to rejoice.
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Elkana shifted in the dirt and brought his hand softly down to her cheek. He lifted his eyes to the colorful skies and directed Hannah's eyes upwards for the first time that day.
Elkana
But you have forgotten something.
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Hannah turned her face to Elkana's, desperately looking for understanding. Elkana's smile was pursued with empathy.
Elkana
As long as the Lord is watching over us, there will always be a reason to hope, and that alone will allow even the weakest of hearts to rejoice. In fact, all my years on this earth have only proven to me that it is in our most broken moments that our God provides profound healing. Perhaps I may not be better than 10 sons, but I assure you that he is.
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Hannah's tears began to flow once more. She was stricken with the tension between her deep hurt and Elkana's encouragement. She was grieved to be without children. She felt guilty that her grief created distance between her and her husband. She felt bitter towards Peninnah for burying her husband's children and rubbing it in her face. Then she felt shame for feeling bitter. She was lost in a cycle of self loathing and isolation. Elkana pressed down on his walking stick and rose to his feet.
Elkana
We have a long journey ahead of us to Shiloh. It's best that I go and finish preparations inside.
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The next morning, the household arose early. Elkana and his wives were busily wrapping up food and clothes into sacks. Outside, the loaded donkeys brayed in anticipation of the journey ahead. Hannah hoisted her bag over her shoulder, nearly dropping it as several of Penina's children darted past, laughing and playing. Penina followed closely behind. She gave a dramatic sigh as she handed her bag to her eldest son and made sure to appear exhausted as she caught Hannah's eyes.
Peninnah
A mother's hands are always full.
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With a successful gleam in her eye, Penina continued out the door after her children. Hannah watched placidly, fighting off the temptation to spiral into a pit of sadness. She wanted to find delight in the sounds of playful children, knowing she should praise God for giving life. She reflected on his provision as she looked around their quaint home, but was only met with reminders that it would never be filled with her own growing family. As they prepared to make sacrifices at the altars of Shiloh, she asked the Lord for forgiveness for her troubled heart and took meager steps out to join the others. The family formed a caravan for their journey, gently winding through the sloping landscape. Dust cascaded into the air as braying donkeys rhythmically clocked alongside the group. Nature was still waking in the early morning hours. Birds joined in song with Peninnah's children as they skipped and hummed along merrily. Despite their laughter, Hannah solemnly strode in silence. Her eyes were fixated on the hem of her garment, flowing delicately with each step. Elkana led the way a few yards ahead, holding the reins of a donkey upon which Peninnah rode. Hannah could hear Penina's voice intermingled with laughter, though she couldn't quite make out the words. Hannah pulled her scarf around her ears in a vain attempt to drown out the draw noise. Her heart sank as Penina raised her voice louder.
Peninnah
The little one has been so curious lately. Just yesterday we were talking about the many blessings of our God, and he asked why the Lord does not give gifts to everyone in the same way. What a peculiar question, don't you think?
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Hannah instinctively laid her open hand gently across her stomach. Her eyes shut. And then a small tear rolled down her cheek and landed like a seed on the earth. Elkana turned his shoulder back in time to see Hannah draw her shawl around her face. He could sense her heartache in his love for her, he shared in the pain. He called to Peninnah's eldest son and passed off the leather straps. He slowed his pace and walked beside Hannah, who had already regathered her companions composure, both out of necessity and ritual.
Elkana
How are you feeling today, my Hannah?
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Elkana waited for a response he knew would never come.
Elkana
Perhaps that is the wrong question. I'm not sure there's a right one. But please know my love for you runs deeper than the sea and spans all of the heavens above.
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As always, Elkana's genuine words of affection warmed her heart, but they only dulled the pain. Barrenness had left an emptiness that seemed insurmountable. Elkana ran his hand down Hannah's arm and went to grasp her hand. But without thinking, Hannah drew her hand slightly away, an instinct of her loneliness and shame. Elkana sighed and gave her arm a tender squeeze. He quickened his pace and shuffled his way back to the front of the group. It wasn't long before Hannah heard the shrill laughter of Penina once more. Hours passed as the sun lingered high in the sky. Wisps of cloud danced across the blue expanse with the help of a merciful wind that cooled the tired travelers. Shiloh sat atop the horizon, nothing more than a speck. But the mere sight of their resting place was enough to rejuvenate the group for the last few miles. Of course, Penina knew nothing of weariness. She continued to lazily call out to her children and Elkana whenever she had a need. Hannah, on the other hand, had pushed aside any feelings of weariness in her hopes to remove all feelings from within her. In her mind, no emotion was better than the endless bitterness she would otherwise endure. By the time the group reached the city, the sun hung low in the sky. It cast golden rays in every direction, bouncing over the tabernacle that sat at the north end of the city. Thousands of pilgrims lined the streets and crowded into houses and tents. Each one was focused diligently on preparing their sacrifices and offerings for worship. The warm smell of roasting meats intermingled with the fragrance of burning incense. The entire city was full of life. Sounds bounced all around. But for Hannah, everything continued to feel empty, hollow, silent. She promptly began busying her hands as she unstrapped packs from one of the donkeys. Peninnah slid off hers with a flick of the wrist. She sent her sons to gather all of their belongings. They made light work of unloading and setting up camp. At the center of their tents, Elkana sat near a growing fire. He promptly began preparing the family's sacrifices. Peninnah and her children gathered around the fire, filling the camp with shouts and laughter. Hannah sat off in the distance. She watched as the setting sun turned the sky above the nearby tabernacle a royal purple. Her eyes lingered on the holy dwelling year after year. The sight of it always stirred a mixture of hope and grief within her. She longed desperately for each year to be different, but repeated disappointment had taught her to loosen her grip on the hope of ever seeing. Her deepest desire fulfilled, Elkana shouted for everyone to gather around. The time had come. Elkana began distributing portions of the sacrificial meal for the family to present offerings. He gave generous servings to Penina and her children, ensuring each child received their allotted share.
Peninnah
You are always so gracious to us, my Elkanah, providing for me and our children so that we might make sacrifices to Adonai. What more could a wife need from her husband?
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Hannah could feel Peninnah's eyes linger on her. But to her surprise, Elkana gave no reply. Instead, he slowly turned to Hannah. He presented her with a portion of the offering without looking up. Hannah began to thank Elkana, but stopped abruptly as her eyes landed on the tray set before her.
Hannah
Elkanah is this not.
Elkana
Yes, a double portion for you, Hannah, for my love for you is great, even greater than any earthly sorrow.
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lip quivered, though not for the reasons Elkana had assumed. Hannah knew her husband meant well. She accepted the gesture with a grateful heart, but the double portion only served as a reminder of her barrenness. Peninnah's eyes were wide but quickly drew her attention to her children, loudly discussing the generous portions they had each received. Elkana shifted closer to Hannah. He kissed her on the forehead before she slowly slipped away from the group. It wasn't long before Hannah found herself before the opening of the tabernacle. She gazed upon its entryway. Within its meticulously woven walls was the pure and beautiful presence of God Most High, dwelling with his people. Hannah fell to her knees on the rocky ground. She let out a whimper that was barely audible as she searched for words. Her voice trembled as she finally spoke.
Hannah
God, Most High, Lord of Hosts, if you will indeed look upon the affliction of your servant and remember me, she
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sobbed as she begged for the Lord's remembrance yet again.
Hannah
If you will give your servant a son, then I will give him to you all the days of his life. No razor shall ever touch his head. He'll be holy and given to you. It will be yours. Just please, Lord,
Elkana
please,
Hannah
please,
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Hannah continued. In her wrestling with God, her lips mouthed a silent but desperate plea. She laid her face into the dirt. Unbeknownst to Hannah, a man watched her intently from a few yards away. He was dressed in a blue robe that got lost in the purple horizon. He furrowed his brow as he watched the hysterical woman. He bent his ear to try and catch any of the woman's words, but her unintentional, intelligible babble told him all he needed to know.
Eli
This woman is a drunken mess. The things I have to put up with, my Lord. Is this the lofty tasks you have laid up for your priest to scrape trunks off the floor?
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Eli approached Hannah with a judgmental tone. How long will you grow on?
Eli
Come now, put your wine away from you. Especially before the tabernacle have some decency.
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Eli's voice was rough and firm. His command was deliberate and sure. This was enough to startle Hannah from her prayers. She looked up with her muddied face. Her eyes were a window for the anguish that raged within. She took a slow, steady breath.
Hannah
No, my lord, please. It's not what it seems.
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Eli's face remained stern, preparing himself for an excuse.
Hannah
I am a woman who is deeply troubled. I can assure you I have not been partaking of any wine, nor has any strong drink crossed my lips. All that has been poured out tonight is my skin. I beg you, do not regard your servant as a worthless woman and drunkard. I have only spoken from my abundant grief and heartache.
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Eli's face softened. In his old age, he had learned to quickly make amends for any wrongdoing. He now stood closer to Hannah and knelt by her side. He studied her tear strewn face.
Eli
Yes, I see. May it please the Lord that you go in peace and may the God of Israel grant you your petition that you have made to him on this day.
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Hannah's heart swelled with both uncertainty and hope. She rose to her feet and wiped her face with her shawl. She bowed her head before Eli.
Hannah
Let your servant find favor.
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In the sadness seemed to fade like the dawn mist meeting the sunrise. In its place, Hannah found joy for the first time in years. The next morning, the family rose early to worship the Lord before starting their return trip. The journey back to Ramah was quiet. Hannah had found her usual place in the processions, but nothing felt the same to her. She repeated Eli's words the entire trip back, taking in each one like a precious treasure. Once home, the rhythms of life quickly set back in. Only now what once pained Hannah fanned the flames of her renewed spirit. Children's laughter fueled her with hope to one day hear the joyful shouts of her own as she prepared meals for the family. She could only hold onto the dream of feeding her own offspring, and the fond embrace of Elkana assured her of his endless love for her. As life steadily rolled along, Hannah clung to Eli's blessing, believing that God was working. And in the coming months he answered Hannah's prayer. Hannah conceived as the child grew in her womb. Her faith grew in her heart. When it was time to welcome the child into the world, Hannah had already chosen a name.
Hannah
I shall call him Samuel, for I have asked for him from the Lord.
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Hannah marveled at her son. The years of brokenness became a distant memory as she watched her son grow. Newborn cries turned into the pitter patter of little footsteps, gentle coos turned into playful laughter as Samuel crawled through the house. And the words of Peninnah that once pierced Hannah's heart no longer had power over her. She felt free and fulfilled, satisfied in the grace of the Lord. When it came time for the family to return to Shiloh, Hannah Hannah remained with Samuel. Once weaned, she would make the journey with her son.
Elkana
Are you sure about this, Hannah? I know the joy you found in our son. You waited for so long.
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Hannah smiled, her eyes testifying to her confidence in the decision.
Hannah
The Lord remembered me, so I too shall remember. Once Samuel is weaned, I shall bring him to appear before the Lord. There he shall remain forever.
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Elkana dared not disagree. He admired Hannah's devotion and trusted in God's sovereign will for the boy. Elkanah and the others left the next morning at the first light of day. Hannah enjoyed the quiet moments with Samuel, Sam, savoring them as the last time together in their home. Over the coming weeks, she prayed for Samuel and herself. She asked the Lord to grant them both peace in the face of the unknown life ahead of them. Hannah knew the goodbye would come soon. Perhaps not a goodbye to Samuel forever, but a goodbye to the normal life that most mothers envision with their children. With her heart steadfast on the Lord, she and Samuel began the journey to Shiloh. When they arrived, Hannah found Elkanah. He greeted her warmly, holding onto her and his son longer than usual. Together, they made their sacrifices before making their way to the tabernacle in search of Eli. Hannah sauntered leisurely down the road, taking every last second she could. But no amount of time would have felt like enough for her. Standing before the tabernacle, she heard a voice from behind her.
Eli
Shalom. Welcome to Shiloh. We are pleased to have you and your family.
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Hannah closed her eyes. The voice was unmistakable. She had replayed it over and over in her head for years. She wrapped her arms around Samuel tighter. She turned slowly as Samuel's delicate fingers interlocked with hers.
Hannah
Do you remember who I am?
Eli
We host many pilgrims this time of year, my dear.
Hannah
I'm the woman who stood here in your presence years ago, praying before the Lord. You thought I was drunk?
Eli
Oh, yes.
Hannah
Yes.
Eli
You were praying for a child.
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Hannah stepped aside and revealed Samuel, now weaned and able to walk, clinging on to his mother's garment.
Hannah
His name is Samuel. For this child I prayed, and through your blessing I held on to hope. And now I stand here testifying that the Lord has granted me my petition. Therefore I also have lent him him to the Lord, and as long as he lives, he shall be lent to the Lord.
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Eli's eyes sparkled in amazement. He gingerly took the boy into his arms. Years of serving the Lord had shown Eli countless examples of God's faithfulness, but none such as this. As Samuel took Eli's hand, Hannah knelt before the tabernacle. She turned her eyes towards the heavens and raised a prayer of thanksgiving for everyone to hear.
Hannah
My heart exalts in the Lord. My horn is exalted in the Lord. My mouth derides my enemies because I rejoice in your salvation. There is none holy like the Lord. There is none besides you. There is no no rock like our God.
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Her voice carried over the dull hum of pilgrims. Each word was like the beating of a heart, the heartbeat of new life not only for Hannah and Samuel, but also for Israel. This pray.com production is only made possible by our dedicated team of creative talents. Steve Cattina, Max Bard, Zach Shellavaga and Ben Gammon are the executive producers of the Chosen People. Narrated by Paul Coltofianu. Characters are voiced by Jonathan Cotton, Aaron Salvato, Sarah Seltz, Mike Reagan, Steven Ringwald, Sylvia zaradoc, Thomas Copeland Jr. Rosanna Pilcher and Mitch Leschinsky. Music by Andrew Morgan Smith. Written by Aaron Salvato, Bree Rosely and Chris Baig. You can hear more prey.com productions on the prey.com app available on the Apple App Store and Google Play Store. If you enjoyed the chosen people, please rate and leave a review.
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Episode Date: April 27, 2026
In “The Prayers of Hannah,” The Chosen People podcast explores the poignant biblical story of Hannah—a woman burdened by infertility and societal shame—whose heartfelt prayer and unwavering faith lead to the birth of the prophet Samuel. Through immersive storytelling, the episode invites listeners into Hannah’s personal struggles, perseverance in faith, and ultimate joy, highlighting timeless lessons about hope, suffering, and the power of prayer.
“The Prayers of Hannah” episode is a moving retelling of a timeless biblical story that interweaves themes of grief, hope, prayer, and faithfulness. Through vivid narration and authentic dialogue, listeners are invited to reflect on the struggles of waiting, the power of honest prayer, and the transformative grace that comes when God remembers our deepest longings.