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They would learn that when Boaz—that good, honorable man—noticed her, she didn't flirt or scheme. She just kept working. And when I told her to go to him at the threshing floor, she trusted me even though my plans had failed so many times before.

They would learn that when Ruth went to glean in the fields, she worked until her back screamed and her feet bled, and she brought home every single handful of barley and wrapped it in her shawl for me. ruth mom pov

So let the women of Bethlehem talk. Let them whisper about how empty I was when I came back. They would learn that when Boaz—that good, honorable

David. The shepherd king. The man after God's own heart. They would learn that when Ruth went to

I kissed Orpah first. She wept, and I wept, and we both knew she would stay. Moab was her home. Her gods were there. Her future was there. I told her, "Go back. The Lord bless you with a new husband." And she went. May the Lord indeed bless her. She was a good girl.

"Don't urge me to leave you," she said. "Where you go, I will go. Where you lodge, I will lodge. Your people shall be my people, and your God my God."