The One Worth Waiting For.

 "Do not urge me to leave you, or to return from following you. For where you go, I will go, and where you lodge, I will lodge. Your people shall be my people, and your God my God."

Ruth?. Yes, Ruth. Those words—so timeless, so unwavering—they echo in my soul. Oh, how I pray for the day she may look at me, her eyes steady with trust, and speak those very words aloud. For then, in that sacred moment, I will know.

(The speaker looks upward as if seeking guidance, their voice softening.)

Know what, you ask? That she is the one. The one I’ve prayed for. On those long nights when fatigue from a day’s labor weighed heavy on my body, but not on my heart. The one I begged God for, pleading that she might one day come, not just to cross paths with me, but to stay. To truly stay.

Will it be a long wait? Perhaps. Maybe it will feel like an eternity. Or maybe it’s closer than I dare imagine. We never truly know, do we? We walk forward in faith, playing the cards we’re dealt, trusting the hand of the Dealer.

But what if—what if she finds this story, reads these words, and uses them to deceive? What if she speaks them, not from her heart, but to fool mine.?

That’s possible. I won’t deny it. But you see, it’s that kind of thinking that makes a man lose what truly matters. Lose his hope. Lose his faith. Lose his ability to believe in the beauty of what could be.

So I’ll wait. Not in desperation, but in expectation. Not in fear, but in faith. And when the time comes—if it comes—I’ll know. Not because of the words she says, but because of the truth in her eyes and the conviction in her soul.

Until then, I’ll trust. I’ll hope. I’ll believe. For that is the kind of love worth waiting for.