Ruth stayed with Naomi through her darkest hour. Not only that, but to stay with Naomi, to be loyal, to be kind, meant death. It’s a heartbreaking kind of loyalty, isn’t it? She vows to follow her wherever, whether that means life or death or some unpredictable unknown. Ruth bears her mother-in-law’s burden. May the Lord deal with me, be it ever so severely, if anything but death separates you and me. And it truly is a burden: but then again, what is a burden and why am I so scared to be one? Maybe it isn’t always a bad thing. Maybe being a burden and letting others be a burden is the best kind of way to do life.
It used to scare me that I’d never have a Ruth of a friend: someone whose battles were my battles, joys were my joys. Now I’m surrounded by more Ruths than I can handle; it’s overwhelming. My Ruths see me as a burden but not in a bad way. They see me for me and yet they still find me worth the battle. It’s scary to let them care for me like this, but goodness they are beautiful and wonderful in every way. God, give me the courage to be Ruth when I need to be Ruth. Give me the humility to be Naomi when I need to be Naomi. God, give me eyes to see how I can be for people, how I can fight alongside them, how I can carry their burden. God, give me the humility to let others see my burden.