“And Naomi took the child, and laid it in her bosom, and became nurse unto it.”
Naomi was a woman in love, so in love with life. Hers was a well-run home, orderly and sparkling yet filled with laughter, joy. Who better to be the mistress than herself? She was Naomi, the happy homemaker who made a party happen at the wink of an eye. She was Naomi, one so full and rich with Yahweh’s blessings. With every meal she prepared, with every stitch she sewed, deep satisfaction breathed through her being. She was living her dream. But isn’t that what her name meant—pleasant?
Opening to the Book of Ruth we see a woman who no longer knows who she is. We read of a woman whose name now mocked her. We sadly reflect on a woman who insists on being called Mara—bitter. Her plight was painful—unfair. Every man she ever loved was dead. For ten pain filled years she lived in a heathen nation. Could she ever sing again? Had the Almighty turned against her?
Read on! Naomi heard glorious news. God had visited her homeland with rain, with the abundance of grain. And she turned. Taking a feisty daughter-in-law who refused to abandon her, she turned toward the home of her nativity—Bethlehem. The Almighty whispered, “Naomi, My delight, you have turned toward home. Your eyes haven’t seen, your ears haven’t heard, neither has it entered your heart the things I have prepared for you,”
And it came to pass
The lusty cry of a long awaited child filled Boaz’s home. Celebrating women encircled a beaming grandmother and declared, “Praise be to Elohim who has not forsaken you but redeemed you and placed new life in your hands.”
Gazing wonderingly into Baby Obed’s cherubic face a new song began to bubble from Naomi’s heart. God had birthed a new plan—a greater purpose. She sang, “I hold in my arms a symbol of hope for all who cling to the Almighty. He who is mighty has done great things. He has turned my mourning into singing!”
Do you ever wonder, “Is there still hope for me? Can I sing again?” Your enemy feeds lies, “Hath God said?”. But your Father does not lie, daughter. It is the latter portion of Naomi’s life that history recalls. It was here God’s light shone the brightest and best. Let her song be yours, beloved of the Lord and lift up your head—your redemption draws near!