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Daughter of Lot is the first book published by Bonnie Winters.
Following a conversation with a Christian counselor, Bonnie was challenged to find a Bible heroine who had gone through an experience of abuse that mirrored her own difficult childhood
After searching the Bible for many months, she decided to look at the life of Ruth, even though there did not appear to be any connections on the surface. After praying over her studies, she found the distinct possibility that Ruth may have been a victim of incest or abuse of some kind prior to the Biblical account of her marrying Naomi's son, Mahlon.
Ruth was a descendent of Lot and his elder daughter who had an incestuous relationship that produced Moab, the father of the Moabite people. (Genesis 19). Because of the emotional damage left behind by incest, it often becomes a legacy, passed down through the generations of women in a family.
As a tribe, the Moabites placed little value on their women and children. To pacify their God Chemosh, they often sacrifices their children. Another story in Numbers details the plan of the Moabites to draw Israel away from their worship of Jehovah God by prostituting their Moabite women as Israel travelled through Moab on their 40 year trek to the Promised Land.
Ruth makes a deeply emotional plea to remain with Naomi when her mother-in-law decides to return to Israel following the deaths of her husband and sons. While it may have been her devotion to her mother-in -law that caused Ruth to beg to stay with her, it also may have been a fear of remaining in Moab that motivated her desperate plea. People seldom embrace change the way Ruth did, especially in the face of such an uncertain and bleak future, unless it is too painful to remain in their present circumstances.
Women who have suffered abuse are often easily re-victimized. This is evident in Ruth's story when a desperate and depressed Naomi presses Ruth to go to Boaz at night to "let nature take its course." It doesn't appear that she was a willing participant because of the Biblical discourse between Ruth and Boaz on the threshing floor. Both of them exhibited respect and decorum toward the other.
While the Bible doesn't openly say Ruth was a victim of any kind of abuse, the possibility exists that she was, leading us to ask the question, "What if?"
Bonnie answers that question in her compelling rendition of Ruth's story, Daughter of Lot. God orchestrated the events of Ruth's life specifically to bring about healing and good for her. And if he can do that for Ruth, he can certainly do it for today's women - helping them to leave behind their hurts and helping them to realize they are Daughters of God!
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The hair on the back of Ruth’s neck bristled as she heard her father brush aside the ragged leather that covered the door to their clay-brick hovel.
“Where is my food?” he asked, the words slurring together through the thickness of the cheap, sour wine he drank. She watched him swagger toward the mat where they ate, and saw the
expectation in his eyes.
“Well, Daughter, where is it?”
Ruth cringed as she knelt, tending her small fire of scrub brush and dried dung. The millet bread was not quite ready, although the watery stew of lentils and leeks bubbled in its pot. Hearing the irritation in his voice, she dared not anger him further.
Ruth steadied her voice to hide her fear. “Father, you’re home so soon today. Please sit down and rest. It is almost ready.”
But no amount of coaxing smoothed Ben-Hadad’s ruffled feathers. He grabbed the nearest clay pot and swung it in a wide arc. With her heart pounding like that of a frightened rabbit, Ruth bounded up to calm him. She managed to catch his arm, but not before the pot struck the side of her face.
“Woman, get my food!” Ben-Hadad’s voice rose to a high-pitched shriek.
The young woman stumbled backwards with the force of the blow. Her whole head ached, but she bit her lip to prevent an outcry of pain. Acknowledging her pain would only make matters worse.
After she steadied herself against the cool, clay wall, Ruth moved toward the cooking pot. She kept her eyes fixed on her father’s hand, still brandishing the clay pot. Cradling her throbbing cheek with one hand, she placed a bowl of warm broth and several flat loaves on the mat. She hoped they were done, but he probably wouldn’t notice anyway.