When (Naomi) heard that the LORD had come to the aid of His people in Judah by providing food for them, she prepared to go home. Ruth 1:6

The land of Canaan had fallen into spiritual darkness. God’s people had forsaken the faith of their fathers, choosing instead the barren path of disobedience. And God, in His righteousness, allowed them to taste the consequences of their sin.

Famine was one of His judgments—measured, purposeful, and meant to awaken hearts that had grown dull. It was that famine that drove Naomi and her family to Moab years earlier. But now, news reached her that bread once again filled the fields of Judah. God was moving among His people, pouring out blessing and favor not because they deserved it, but because His mercy had triumphed over judgment.

How unlike God we often are. Human nature clings to its grudges and keeps score. There are some offenses others will never release, some mistakes for which no door of grace reopens. Cross another person the wrong way, and reconciliation may never come. Forgiveness is withheld, peace postponed until their heart finally softens. Even the church, at times, mirrors this hardness—marking people by their past and quietly reminding them where they came from.

But God is not like us. When I sin, His presence feels distant—not because He has turned away in disgust, but because He is inviting me to turn back in humility. His discipline is never cruel. It is not punishment for punishment’s sake, but a holy kindness meant to restore what rebellion has broken. He is not vindictive, nor does He wound to make me pay. Every act of correction carries purpose: to bring me home.

Lord, thank You that Your mercy always finds me before judgment does. When I wander, do not let shame keep me from coming home. Amen