Naomi

I said before to the people of Bethlehem to call me Mara, meaning a bitter woman. I was not always bitter. Once, I had a wonderful husband and two fine sons. They were the pride of my life. They meant everything to me. They married two nice girls in the land of Moab where we had gone to find food. I am Naomi. (Bows) In our home in Bethlehem, there was a famine and my good husband Elimelech decided we should move to Moab where there was no famine. It was a difficult decision for him to make because we had to leave our home behind us and go into an unknown country which had a different culture, totally different values and pagan gods. I loved my husband and I would go with him anywhere he decided, but unfortunately after our journey to Moab, my husband died. It was awful for me. The d…