Last week, I allowed Ian to have a sleepover. I’m off on Wednesdays, so Tuesday night it was! The energetic little buggers were up and at ’em by 5:00 a.m. So I decided to take them fishing and let everyone else sleep.
I took my coffee thermos, a camp chair, my camera, and my Bible. After getting some fun shots of some herons, I pulled out my Bible. I haven’t currently been in the middle of any particular passage, so I just asked God, “What should I read this morning?” And He said, “Ruth.”
I love the Book of Ruth. I started thinking about how there are (I believe) three books of the Bible written completely about a person, but by someone else (Job, Ruth, and Esther). Two of them were about women. One about a foreigner who entered into the line of Jesus. One about a girl whose courage and obedience saved her people.
….but on to the point I wanted to make….
I read the whole book, and thought of all kinds of little insights and cool things. But it wasn’t like anything REALLY stood out to me….like that crashing word from God that made it clear why he wanted me to read the book of Ruth that day.
Flash forward two the next day….when I got the phone call I’d been waiting for my whole life.
Part of the phone call was my women’s minister asking me to pray about some things over the weekend, particularly how much responsibility did I feel God wanted me to have in this new mom’s ministry.
I told her how I would certainly pray over that. I also told her that I didn’t believe it was coincidence that I had to go back to work full time when the last mom’s ministry came to a close….and that as it was beginning to start again, my hours had been cut. It was pretty much the best time in my life to add something like this.
As I began praying last weekend, God said:
“Remember the book of Ruth?”
“What happened when there was famine in the land?”
“They went away to another land?”
“Uh huh, and what happened when God provided Israel with food again?”
“They went back.”
“Uh, huh. Get it?”
“OH! Ya, I get it! You sent me away for the years of famine, and now you’re telling me to go back?”
Beside the cool thing God shared with me, I was struck with another reminder for moms spending time in the word. Sometimes we feel like we don’t have a major “ah ha” moment when we finally do get time in the word. But sometimes God is taking advantage of the time you had then, to store something in your heart that you’re going to need during a moment you don’t have time for retreat with God.
So keep on keeping on. Sometimes God gives you the answer before you have the question.