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  • Writer: Sarah Trent
    Sarah Trent
  • May 21, 2023
  • 2 min read

Ruth 4:16-17

“And Naomi took the child, and laid it in her bosom, and became nurse unto it.

And the women her neighbours gave it a name, saying, There is a son born to Naomi; and they called his name Obed: he is the father of Jesse, the father of David.”

Obed means, “worship.”

But the neighbors gave him that name.

Those around Naomi witnessed the worship that he brought into her bitter heart, and they watched her change. They watched her rejoice.

They saw her smile.

They heard her sing.

She took him to her bosom and fed him, meaning she was no longer a taker, she was also a giver.

Obed stirred worship in Naomi and it was those around her who saw it.

I wonder what it did to Ruth’s heart when she heard the neighbors calling him, “worship?”

I’m sure her soul rejoiced.

She saw Naomi no longer be “Mara.”

Because you cannot be Mara when you’re clutching WORSHIP to your chest.

Worship was a fruit from Ruth.

Had Ruth not been who she needed to be, despite every odd against her, Obed would’ve never existed.

But because of Ruth, worship was made possible. And Ruth’s worship didn’t just affect her. It changed the world around her, to the point that it was the neighbors of Naomi who gave him his name.

Your worship has the potential to do the same.

Ruth didn’t try to change Naomi, because she knew only God could do that. Instead, she focused on being what she was supposed to be, she focused on having a fruitful, worship filled life. And because she was doing what she was supposed to be doing, her worship changed the world around her.

Just worship.

Worship changes your life.

And your worship has the potential to change someone else’s life.

Just focus on your worship.

The fruit of that may answer more prayers than you realize.

 
 
 

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