Unfathomable, how the actions of bitter and broken-hearted women could have the reverberations of resurrection span across millennia.
“And both Mahlon and Chilion died, so that the woman was left without her two sons and her husband,” (Ruth 1:5).
It’s where God found Naomi and Ruth—impoverished with nowhere to go.
Naomi buries her two sons.
She urges her daughter-in-law’s to return to their native lands.
Orpah bids her farewell.
Ruth—in stubborn loyalty and love—clings to Naomi.
Where will I lay my head, Lord? You alone, know.
What man will want me now, Father? I feel like an afterthought.
Naomi, returning to Bethlehem with Ruth, causes a stir amongst those who witness her return:
“Is this Naomi?” She said to them, “Do not call me Naomi; call me Mara, for the Almighty, has dealt very bitterly with me. I went away full, and the Lord brought me back empty, (Ruth 1:20-21).
Not a drop of oil.
Whispers of longing in your heart.
In pure desperation, Ruth gleaned Boaz’s field. She did what was necessary in order to feed Naomi and herself.
Have you ever found yourself in a similar situation?
An echo of desperation drives you to manipulate the reality of your circumstance.
But God and the mercy of Boaz:
A full reward be given you by the Lord, the God of Israel, under whose wings you have
come to take refuge! (Ruth 2:12).
We fail to realize how Divine Providence shapes circumstance.
We whine and complain while trekking through our valley-low experiences.
We prefer the mountaintop moments where life tastes sweet as sugar.
No one wants to drink the cup of bitterness.
We don’t understand how “muscle-ache” moments can lead to spiritually-defining glory.
The loyal obedience of Ruth led to her physical and emotional redemption.
Boaz and Ruth marry and Ruth gives birth to Obed.
Out of OBEDIENCE came OBED.
Imagine if Ruth would have returned to her native land after the death of her husband, Mahlon. She would’ve returned to:
And yet Ruth’s providential seeds, allow us to experience Divine Progeny.
Our own Kinsman Redeemer? Jesus Christ.
Shallow-breathed lover of our soul, stretched and nailed. Flesh-torn arms which hung in obedience:
“Under his wings YOU WILL find refuge,” (Psalm 91:4).
Truly His taut arms stretched out as wings—His own obedience to God, Our Father.
You hear the rabble-rousers ridicule Christ.
Not my will, but yours be done, Father
A Third-Day Resurrection.
The resurrection allows for our own Third-Day Miracles. Christ tasted the bitter cup for us.
When you find yourselves in momentary valleys, remember to cling loyal to your Kinsman-Redeemer—He is faithful to revive the barren of your own heart.
That’s a Resurrection Worth Celebrating.
Jessica Galán encourages her readers to embrace malleability in the midst of life’s difficult moments. She’s wife to a super-creative man and the proud mother of three resilient young women. She enjoys daily cups of steaming hot café con leche and breaks out in sporadic salsa dancing when no one’s looking. You’ll find her stories at jessica.galan.net.