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when you’re breadless, broken, and bitter

January 3, 2013 By Sandra Heska King

bread, bitter, hunger, brokenness

 

Breadless in Bethlehem. The House of Bread battled famine. Yet though she was hungry, Naomi felt full. She had her loved ones. Elimelech, whose name meant “my God is king,” packed up his wife and two sickly sons. They traveled 30 miles to a foreign land to greener pastures.

Away from family.

Away from friends.

Away from the land of promise.

In a sense, away from God.

To Moab. Where idols ruled.

Not that far in terms of distance. But a million miles in terms of heart.

Elimelech died shortly after the family arrived in Moab. The sons married Moabite girls. And then the boys died.

Naomi faced life as a widow alone. Without her girlfriends back in Bethlehem. Broke and heartbroken. Empty in a fertile land. Except for her daughters-in-law.

Then Naomi heard the famine was over. She dusted herself off and headed toward home. She tried to send the girls back to their own mothers, in hopes they could find rest and new husbands. The pull was too much for Orpah, but Ruth stayed, and the two widows continued on.

Circumstances plunged Naomi into a deep sea of grief. She did not blame God or rebel against Him. She recognized His control over everything, but pain and sadness still overwhelmed her. Her face mirrored tragedy. The women of Bethlehem hardly recognized her.

“Don’t call me Naomi,” she told them. “Call me Mara. Don’t call me pleasant. Call me bitter.”

I’m grateful to Kay Arthur for teaching me the concept of making bitter waters sweet. More pleasant. Palatable.

After the Israelites crossed the Red Sea, they went out into the wilderness. They wandered around for three days and couldn’t find water. Until they came to Marah. But the water was bitter. The people complained, and Moses cried out to God. God showed Moses a tree, and Moses threw it into the water.

And the water became sweet.

There’s another tree that stood on a hill. A cross that reminds us that Jesus tasted bitterness for us.  He gave up everything so we could taste the sweetness of life in heaven. But even more than that. When we wade through hard and bitter circumstances, we can dip that tree in those waters. Painful times can become sweeter as we deny ourselves, take up our own crosses, and trust that He will work all things for our good.

Scriptures: Ruth 1, Exodus 15 (especially verses 22-25)

Dusted off from the archives and to be continued…

In the stillness,

Sandy

 

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  1. Cheryl Smith says

    January 3, 2013 at 1:37 pm

    Man, this is brilliant. And beautiful and stirs something deep within me. Not because I’m in a bitter, hard place, but because I know what it’s like to be there. Know what the Cross did for me then, and now, and will again in the future.

    You. Are. So. Gifted! (I love this post you’ve CREATED today.)

    And finally,
    Did you SEE Laura’s post today at THC???

    • Sandra says

      January 3, 2013 at 7:48 pm

      Heading over there right now. Love you, friend.

  2. Diana Trautwein says

    January 3, 2013 at 2:07 pm

    Your site is beautiful – just like you are. And you know what? If you just glance quickly at your new ID photo – you and Laura Boggess could be twins! Looking forward to the next installment in this story, which is one of my all-time favorites, primarily because it is an OT depiction of God in womanly/feminine terms – Ruth, and later Obed, are the faithful ones in this story…)

    • Sandra says

      January 3, 2013 at 9:36 pm

      Me look like Laura? Oh be still my heart!

      And I love what Dan’s done with this site, too. And I love living on the river. 🙂

  3. Lynn Mosher says

    January 3, 2013 at 2:18 pm

    Ooo…I always love any part of Ruth and Naomi. That portion sounds just like the one I wrote some time ago. Oh, how I love being like-minded with you! And I’ve always loved the bitter waters being made sweet. Another wonderful post, Sandy! Bless you!

  4. Sandra says

    January 3, 2013 at 9:38 pm

    I love being like-minded with you, too, Lynn! Now I have to go find your post. 🙂

    • Lynn Mosher says

      January 3, 2013 at 9:56 pm

      Yikes! My search option is gone on my site! I found one piece. It’s taken from my longing-to-be-published book. I have a whole chapter on Ruth. I think you’d really like it. But I thought I had another one. Can’t find it. If you really want to read the one I found (it’s not as good as the book), it’s here: http://lynnmosher.com/the-journey-chapter-2-2/

  5. Trinity says

    January 3, 2013 at 10:09 pm

    What an awesome revelation! God has already turned our bitter waters sweet. We just need to realize that truth and walk in it. Thanks for stirring my spirit! Blessings in 2013

  6. Pamela says

    January 4, 2013 at 10:12 am

    Love your post! Will you please tell me the book or study of Kay Arthur ‘s you are referring to in your post! Would love to read or listen to it, too! Love in Him, P:))

    • Sandra says

      January 4, 2013 at 6:00 pm

      Pamela, I can’t remember when I first heard her teach on making the bitter sweet. But she does have a chapter on it in Teach Me How to Live.

      • Pamela says

        January 4, 2013 at 6:19 pm

        Thanks:))

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