David. The shepherd king. The man after God's own heart.
We walked back to Bethlehem together. Two widows. Two empty hands. The women of the town gasped when they saw me. "Is this Naomi?" they whispered. "Don't call me Naomi," I told them. "Call me Mara. Call me Bitter. Because the Almighty has made my life very bitter." ruth mom pov
She took my hand. Her fingers were calloused from ten years of work. Stronger than mine now. She said, "Where you die, I will die, and there I will be buried. May the Lord do so to me and more if anything but death separates me from you." We walked back to Bethlehem together
Ten years. Ten years of watching my daughters-in-law grind grain, fetch water, learn to cook my stews. Ten years of pretending my heart didn't ache for the hills of Judah. The women of the town gasped when they saw me
But that's not why I love her.