“The book of Ruth is one and a half thin gold rimmed pages of God creating beauty from what was once ashes. Again. That is what God does, it seems, from the ancient time of Ruth to my present day. When everything burns down to ashes, the fractured dreams still smoldering and it seems impossible to redeem the rubble, let alone create something beautiful from it.”
I am over at Mothers of Daughters today, writing about the reason I didn’t like Ruth. Probably that’s not the best way to introduce people to that story but I’d still be honored for you to read it ♥
