As I look back on my journey as a mother, I am struck by the lessons I've learned along the way. Patience, selflessness, and unconditional love are just a few of the qualities that have been honed and refined through my experiences as a mother.
We walked back to Bethlehem together. Two widows. Two empty hands. The women of the town gasped when they saw me. "Is this Naomi?" they whispered. "Don't call me Naomi," I told them. "Call me Mara. Call me Bitter. Because the Almighty has made my life very bitter." ruth mom pov
They would learn.
I love her because on a dusty road, when I had nothing left to offer, she chose me. Not out of obligation. Not out of pity. Out of hesed . Out of the kind of love that doesn't make sense on paper but makes all the sense in the world when you're the one being held. As I look back on my journey as
Then Mahlon got sick. Then Chilion. Then both of them were gone. Two widows
So let the women of Bethlehem talk. Let them whisper about how empty I was when I came back.