Walking with Ruth

Ruth

I’ve been thinking about what it means to be ruthless and what it means to have “ruth”.

Ruth is one of the few women to have the distinction of having a book of the Bible named after them.

We all know that Ruth was the daughter-in-law of Naomi.  Naomi’s husband died, then both of her sons, including Ruth’s husband, died.  Naomi told her daughter-in-laws to return to their own people.  However, Ruth “clave” unto Naomi.  Clave is a past tense of the word “cleave”.  One of the definitions of cleave is, “to remain faithful”.   So she followed Naomi to the land of the Israelites.  They weren’t Ruth’s people, she was a Moabite.  She said to Naomi, “Whither thou goest I will go; and where thou lodgest I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.”

Ruth went to glean in the field to provide for her mother-in-law.  She had the good fortune to glean in a field belonging to Boaz, who has a relative of Ruth’s late husband.  Boaz told the young men that they were not to touch her.  Ruth wanted to know how she had found grace in his eyes.  It was because of her faithfulness to Naomi.

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Introvert vs Extrovert

Out of my shell

I’ve read a lot of thoughts about this lately.  Are you an introvert or are you an extrovert?

I am an introvert. See one of the things about introverts is that they know they are introverts.  Extroverts tend to want to belong to everything so they typically say they fit into both categories.  An introvert just knows.

I once went to this party… actually the truth is a TRIED to go to this party where I only knew a couple people.  It nearly killed me to think of getting out the car and walking into a stranger’s home.  I drove around the block three times, parked for 10 minutes before I finally gave up and went home.  I was so mad at myself for not having the nerve to go inside.

Party atmospheres drain me.  I prefer a small group of friends.  The kicker here is how do I make friends?  Get an extrovert friend who takes you along.

I had the best group of friends in Idaho.  We played cards almost every week.  Even they said that they thought they would never get me out of my shell.

One day we were playing a game of Cranium, I think.  I had to get my partner to understand my clue by humming “Wild Thing”.  It is harder than it sounds by the way.  I bust up laughing!  The harder I tried to get it across, the harder I laughed!  It was so darn funny!  So the song “Wild Thing” became a running joke between us all.

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