From The Tent Door

From The Tent Door

Yvonne S. Waite

My Daily Blessing from My Daily Bible Reading

with meditations by my mother, Poetess Gertrude Sanborn

March 26

(Ruth 1:13–I Samuel 1:12)

HOPE IN OUR ARMS SOMEDAY

Ruth 4:16

"And Naomi took the child, and laid it in her bosom, and became nurse unto it."

It’s about time something went right for Naomi--after all she had been through. And here she sat holding her precious grandchild--the child with rosy cheeks and chubby hands. She held him close to her breast. This child was named OBED. That little boy would someday be the grandfather to King David. But she did not know this.

Of course, she did not know it. She only knew that he took the place of her dead sons. For a mother to have a son die is an awful thing; but to have two boys die is a dreadful thing to a mother. No matter the faith of the mother, the death of a son is not pleasant. Burying a son was no different for Naomi.

In our town, there was a family. In fact, they lived on our street. Two of their sons were on a baseball team with one of our sons. This was years ago. One night, on the way home from a baseball game, the car these brothers were in skidded into a telephone pole. The boys died instantly! What a shock to their family. What a shock to all of us! Their mother wrote years later, "Now I know bad things happen to good people" I thought of Naomi. She was a good woman, too.

Naomi, her husband, and two sons went to the land of Moab. Their home-town of Bethlehem was in famine. The sons married Moabitish woman. That was sad. One was Orpah. The other was Ruth. Ruth stayed with Naomi as a daughter would stay with her own mother. Orpah left. Sometimes it is better to stay in the problem than escape it only to discover the present dilemma is worse than the famine in the other land. After returning with Ruth to Bethlehem, the women of the community comforted Naomi. Ruth worked in the fields of Boaz. He married the Moabitess. They had a son, a grandson for Naomi. Life turned from bitterness to sweetness for the woman who once only had known tears of grief. This gives hope to us who have buried a son or a daughter–or even a husband. We, too, can find hope in our arms someday! (ysw)

"LOANED TO US"

"A child in God’s hands

is better than a child in your hands

if that is where the Lord wants him." (Copied)

This has been a comforting thought in regards to Beverly

and all that befalls her.

Our dear ones are loaned to us,

and are His to reclaim when ever it is His blessed will.

(GGS)

And Sarah heard it in the tent door, which was behind him. And they said unto him, Where is Sarah thy wife? And he said, Behold, in the tent. And he said, I will certainly return unto thee according to the time of life; and, lo, Sarah thy wife shall have a son. (Genesis 18:10)

Under God's Care,

Yvonne S. Waite