“Then Boaz said to Ruth, stay here with my maids. Let your eyes be on the field which they reap, and go after them.” Ruth 2:8-9

Ruth had hoped to remain unnoticed, slipping quietly beneath the landowner’s gaze. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t have welcomed kindness; it’s that she had learned the cost of drawing attention in a world where the vulnerable are often used or dismissed. She was poor, foreign, and unprotected—simply hoping to gather a little grain from the edges of the field without suffering negative attention.  But grace saw her. Boaz not only noticed her; he was moved by her faithfulness and her story. He gives her permission to do what she would have considered unthinkable: the right to glean alongside his servants. The field that once represented survival became a place of favor. Her eyes could finally lift from the threshing floor. She could behold the wide expanse and begin to believe that anything in the fields could be hers.

For many years, the love of Abba was available to me but I never grasped it. There were promises I never thought could be mine to claim.  They were for others—the more deserving, the more spiritual, the less flawed. There was an inheritance I ignored because of my quiet sense of unworthiness.  All the while, the landowner Himself—my Redeemer—called my name. I heard His voice rising above the noise of my shame: “Come on in. You belong here. These fields are yours.” I did not need to be an outsider, looking in from the edges of the property, wishing I could be like the ones who moved about freely, enjoying their privilege.

The kingdom of God is vast and overflowing, filled with saints who walk freely in the inheritance of grace. I am invited to join them. Faith means stepping forward before I feel worthy, believing the truth of His welcome even when my heart still trembles with doubt.

So today, I choose to live as one who belongs, to walk the fields of Your goodness. Amen.