The Moabitess

Chapter One

My breathening intensify while I was in the fields gleaning the harvest so that Namoi and I can survive this troubling period in our lives . Then I was not breathening , my hands were sweaty especially my palms of my hand. They were getting sweaty and brusied as I gleanned the field . Gleaning was hard work but it was work. It was not easy.

It seems the longer I gleaned, the sweatier, the more bruised my hands became. I wiped my sweaty hands against the fabric but it didn't help nor did not work. Atlas I grew more tired and decided to go and sit down to near the wheat and barely I had gleaned earlier before and when I sat down , there was more than what I had gleaned in the morning. I wondered who had done this great kindness. I looked across the fields amd there he was , the owner of the field Boaz. He had the most handsome face ever , he must be a good man. I must tell Namoi about this. She will be surprised. Coming back to Bethelem was not easier for us.

I remember the day we arrive back to this land I was looked upon with suspicion and they were surprised by Namoi's return.

Why   we  returned   was  because  there  was   a  famine  in  my  country ,  my  homeland.    How   I  miss   it  so  much.   It was  one  of  the  most  loveliest  lands  on this  earth.     I  must  forget  Moab   and    remember   Israel  is  my home.   Their  God  is   now  my  God.  I  wonder   what  the  God  of  Israel  looked  like,  what He    felt,  what  was  his  purpose    for  me  but  right now  I am  more  focus  on  helping  Namoi.

Gleaning  is  hard  work.  I cannot  wait  for  the  day  that  I  no  longer  glean.  but if  I  must eat  I  must  work  or  should  I say  glean.   I told  Namoi   or  as  she  calls  herself  now  Mara  about  Boaz  and  she  said  she  remembers  him  that  he  is  a relative of  her  husband    and  is  a good  man.

He  had  the  most  handsome  face  ever.  I  always wanted to see  him when  I glean