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They don't know that I am the richest woman in Israel.

But that's not why I love her.

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. 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."

Let them talk. They do not know the half of my story. And they certainly do not know my Ruth. They don't know that I am the richest woman in Israel

They named him Obed. And Obed grew up to be the father of Jesse, and Jesse grew up to be the father of David.

David. The shepherd king. The man after God's own heart. She just kept working

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.