Dear Boaz

DEAR BABY,
I'm beginning to think of you as a boy more each day.  Maybe I'm wrong and I'll be happy either way, but I'm recording this thought.  Maybe it's because your dad and sister are on the boy train to boyville and hope to find you there...perhaps... but to record the moment...right now you're a boy ;)
I can't feel you yet but by the end of this week you'll be a whole 5 inches inches long and weigh 5 ounces.  How can you be that big and that small at the same time??? Man, I don't even look pregnant and you're hiding that much you somewhere in my belly?  Ps, please don't suddenly become ten lbs right at the end....small is ok...

So you're name won't be Boaz. I promise.  But it's the story of Ruth that I've been thinking of...
Not of Ruth and Naomi.
Or of Boaz
or of the romance.
It's of Rahab.  The harlot of Jericho.  The mother of Boaz. (See Matthew 1:5)
Boaz is this woman's legacy. King David was her great grandchild. You see,baby, it's not about where you come from, it's about where you end up.  Boaz knew the Grace of God and knew it well...and I bet he learned it through his mother's life.

You and I have  a long road kid.  But we have the same God that they did.



To my great great great granddaughter, live in peace.

To my great great great grandson, live in peace.