They grew tall. They married Moabite women—something I never would have allowed back in Bethlehem, but what is a mother to do when there are no Jewish girls for miles? Orpah was practical, solid as a stone wall. And Ruth… Ruth was like water. Quiet at first, then impossible to hold back.
They don't know that I am the richest woman in Israel.
They named him Obed. And Obed grew up to be the father of Jesse, and Jesse grew up to be the father of David. ruth mom pov
People in Bethlehem still talk about me. They lower their voices and say, "Look, there is Naomi. She went away full, and the Lord has brought her back empty."
They would learn.
Do you see it now? My Ruth—the Moabite girl who refused to leave a bitter old widow—is the great-grandmother of Israel's greatest king. Her name is written in the lineage of the Messiah.
I remember thinking, I am a widow in a foreign land. But I still had my sons. A mother can survive anything if her children are breathing. They grew tall
When famine ripped through our land, I did what mothers have always done: I followed my husband. If Elimelech said "Moab," we packed our tents and went to Moab. I held onto my two boys, Mahlon and Chilion, and told myself it was temporary. Just until the harvest. Just until God remembered us again.