Dare I Hope Again?
“Return home, my daughters; I am too old to have another husband. Even if I thought there was still hope for me–even if I had a husband tonight and then gave birth to sons…”
Ruth 1:12 (NIV)
Naomi held her breath. Had she heard correctly? Could she trust the news… the Lord had visited His people with bread?
But it was true—and tears flowed freely that day. In between her sobs, Naomi’s silent anguish surfaced. Raw emotions were unleashed, giving way to a torrent of uninhibited bitterness.
“Shall I have new hope again…now that all is lost? Has God remembered us ….now …now that I’m broken, old and weary of life? No! I won’t be so foolish to hope again. Why should I ever expect any good from the Lord? He has forgotten me… but there’s bread back home. I will go. I will leave this God-forsaken place. I will return and die in my beloved homeland. That is my hope—there’s nothing more. I will return and die in peace.”
A wrong turn
A fear driven husband, had removed his wife and their two sons from the safety of God’s covenant land and sojourned to Moab. In this heathen land he sought relief from famine. His choice was a catalyst bringing death to every man Naomi had ever loved.
Dare hope again?
Is this you? Has good news only revealed your seething anger and resentment? Have you lived with so much personal pain— convinced the Lord has no further plans for you? You are cynically suspicious and resistant of hope. Surely, disappointment lurks around the corner. Won’t life always be like this? Dare hope again?—foolishness!
And then some!
At the age of fifty-seven, my husband returned to school and completed his PhD in accounting. Now he is living his dream as a college professor….an award winning teacher I proudly add. After ending a glorious teaching career, I entered a season of almost unbearable sorrow. In this wilderness, I discovered I love to write and embarked on a new career more wonderful that ever imagined. You have dreams. I hope so. Believe again… march toward your destiny. It’s your time—time to dream big again!
Take the first step
The sooty ashes of great loss still clung to their skin as Naomi and Ruth, left the depravity of Moab and turned toward Bethlehem. Although her vision was impaired…Naomi took the first step. She was going home…a faint light of hope glimmered on the horizon. Her life was about to be turned upside down!
Do not fear, my sister
“No one whose hope is in you will ever be put to shame”
Psalms 25:3 (NIV)
“Naomi” is a new poem on my site.