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Abundance
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“Son,” Salmon, Boaz’s father, once said, “it’s not enough for me to see your mother and you just smiling.”
“Why?” Boaz plucked chunks of grass off the ground and threw rocks into the river that flowed before them.
“Because,” Salmon paused, like he was dwelling on every thought, although his son was clearly distracted. “—that isn’t the abundant life. I want to see you laughing, happiness spilling over. You understand what I’m saying, don’t you?”
Young Boaz was now rubbing two rocks together, muttering something about ‘why won’t fire happen’
“Boaz.” Salmon said, “listen.”
Boaz released, the rocks sighing. “Yes father, don’t worry, mother thinks you're funny. You make me laugh, too. Sometimes.”
Salmon smiled, ruffling his son’s hair. “That’s not what I’m talking about.”
“What are you talking about then?”
“The abundant life I want you to live. A mindset of happiness spilling over. An abundance of life, wealth, health. An abundance or faith of love and hope.”
Salmon laughed at the look on Boaz’s face.
“You’ll understand as you grow, I'll make sure to have this conversation with you every year.”
“Okay father,” Boaz said, and he picked up the rocks and went back to rubbing them together.
Before Salmon thought all was lost, he heard Boaz whisper under his breath while he handled the strings of his kinnor: “Happiness spilling over.”
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Gently, Ruth rubbed the oil of myrrh on her skin. It had been years and months since they were able to afford this oil—with how bad things had gotten. Naomi had come home from the market the other day, with oils, dresses, and jewelry all for Ruth. The young woman was surprised, as Naomi threw everything on her bed, showing her all she had bought, with the beginning of a spark in her eyes.
“What's all this for?” Ruth had said, overwhelmed, with it all, but above all, awe-struck with the smile that adorned Naomi's face.
“The Barley festival season has approached Ruth,” Naomi said, with genuine excitement. “To close off the season and celebrate towards the Lord, there will be many happenings.”
She held Ruth's face in her hands, smiling at the woman. “I want your beauty to glow. I pray for happiness for you in this season.”
Ruth took hold of one of Naomi's hands, clasping it with hers. “Your happiness is mine.”
“As is mine,” Naomi uttered. “I have something else.”
“More!” Ruth said, with laughter tearing out of her lips. She looked at the beautiful dresses that lay on her dress, held the bottle of myrrh in her hands, excitement brimming in her soul.
“Yes more,” Naomi said sassily. “Your hard work is paying off in abundance, my daughter, and I know you well. You're not one to reward yourself.”
Naomi pulled out, from her dress, a sparkling gold anklet, with teardrop diamonds and little bells. She threw herself into the arms of Naomi and squeezed her in a warm embrace.
When the woman clipped the anklets around Ruth's ankles, she dangled her feet around, playfully, as giggles left both their lips, hearing the sound of music.
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