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"It's a gift," God whispered. But Naomi would not hear. Wrapping her pain around her like a cloak she entered the city gates.
"Don't call me Naomi," she told her friends who had come to greet her. "Call me Mara because the Almighty has made my life very bitter."
"It's a gift," God whispered. But they did not hear and only saw a foreigner in their midst.
"They burn their babies, don't they?" They gossiped among themselves. But the Moabitess pretended not to know what they were saying and tended her mother-in-law, sharing all she had in kindness and gentleness, working long hours in the fields to keep them both fed.
"It's a gift," God whispered and Boaz hearing could not believe his good fortune.
"My daughter, don't be afraid. I will do for you all you ask." He said to Ruth as he hurried to the city gate.
It's a gift," God whispered and then they all saw.
"Then Naomi no longer bitter took the child in her arms and cared for him and they named him Obed. He was the father of Jesse, the father of David."
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This is beautiful, Gina! It speaks also of the faith of one particular woman of God who has drunk from bitter waters, yet who captures a voice whispering in her heart, "It's a gift," and thanks Him for it. This woman blesses everyone around her with her faith.
I'm so proud of you, sister!
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