Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Just call me Ruth

The summer before my senior year of High School (1982) I lead the music for a VBS in a friend’s church. There I met a man, in passing, who said to me “Ruth, when I look at you I think, Ruth”. Somewhere deep in my heart I knew this was more than a simple ‘you look like a Ruth’. That night I reread Ruth to see if there was something more to this man’s words. Nothing really stuck out at me. So I put all of these things away in my heart trusting that if this was of God I would understand in time.

Time passed, I married Gary, we moved 8 times in 9 years and I thought to myself “this is what “Ruth” meant; I would need to be willing to follow Gary anywhere God led him at the sacrifice of being close enough to my family to see them even once in a year. Okay, Lord, so be it.” And I suppose that wasn’t entirely wrong but as I was thinking about the events of yesterday (4/22/09) another facet became clear.

I have an unusual relationship with my mother-in-law. I get left out of most mother-in-law conversations at work because everyone knows I have a wonderful mother-in-law. With no disrespect to my own mother who mothered me very well, I have the relationship with my mom-in-law that I always wished for with my own mother, but wasn’t to be. And as I took her for some medical tests yesterday and took care of her a bit after I looked at her through the eyes of a daughter more than a daughter-in-law. I always have, but most of the time her actual children are around to care for her this way – today I was privileged to be her child.

My mother has been gone for 5½ years now and I grieve for her; but now, more than ever before this beautiful woman is my mother and I will forever be her honored daughter. Where ever she goes I will go, her people are my people and (it has always been) her God is my God – may nothing but death separate us (Ruth 1:17). Just call me Ruth.

Ruth 1:16b: “Where you go I will go and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God.”

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