Judges 21-Ruth 3
Romance’s sweet scent lies gently on the pages this morning. It’s the earth’s scent, rich and aromatic
and as ancient as Eden, born in the deepest of places and secured in the loves
that Bibles are written of.
Care and compassion steep in the warm brew; “for where you go, I will
go, and where you lodge, I will lodge.
Your people shall be my people, and your God, my God.” 1:16
Honor and chivalry born in this aging heart, long single, deeply
desiring the warmth of a women to stave off the cold years that lie ahead; “may
the Lord reward your work, and your wages be full from the Lord, the God of
Israel, under whose wings you have come to seek refuge.” 2:12
Love is kindled with sandalwood, soaked tender; “wash yourself therefore,
and anoint yourself and put on your best clothes” 3:3
Hearts are willingly laid bare in hope that love will be planted; “I am
Ruth your maid. So spread your
covering over your maid, for you are a close relative.” 3:9
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