In the throes of famine's unforgiving grasp, I fled to a distant land, seeking sustenance and solace. Alas, the terrain I traversed was a veritable vale of tears, Where mortality's dark specter loomed, and sorrow's lamentations echoed. My psyche, perturbed by the irrepressible yearning to return, Was beset by trepidation, for how could I be certain that my native land, Ravaged by famine's cruel hand, had regained its former abundance? The narrative of my family, once replete with hope and promise, Had devolved into a dismal tale of loss and desolation, a heartbreaking minus. Two scions, erstwhile full of life and promise, had succumbed to death's cold embrace, Leaving naught but memories, and a legacy unfulfilled. Naomi, my beloved, once a paragon of joy and warmth, Had been transformed by my ill-fated decision into a veritable Marah, a embodiment of bitter sorrow. Naomi Without seeking the divine will, I had acted, and now.... Returned, her heart heavy with regret, hands empty, save for the presence, Of two women, bound to her by ties of affection, yet not of her flesh, Daughters-in-law, who stood as poignant reminders of what could never be. ~Elimelech and Naomi Ruth chapter one As you chase the promise of greener pastures, don't forget to seek the Shepherd's guidance, for in His will, you'll find the greenest grass and the most peaceful waters. #onwunachris1 #FoodForSoul #mountmoriah