So I started reading Ruth because she’s a widow…and thought okay, this story is, at some point (I’ve heard) supposed to contain a “prince charming-esque” rescuer that’s going to sweep her off her feet and be Mister Perfect. Right? Since I hear Christian women say all the time “I want my Boaaaazzz..like hes Denzel or something ? Im thinking okay in Ruth chapter 2 She meets him…and okay he seems like a decent guy…Ruth chapter 3…still I’m bracing myself for this Romeo to start really being slay-a-dragon amazing…annnnd…chapter 4 **spoiler alert** they get married and have kids but…hes… really not what I expected. He’s a good man. Hes not even OMG “in love” with her or anything either. He just thinks shes a good girl and recognizes she is a good choice for him. Nothing extraordinary or supernatural happens. Not Lifetime Movie gold at all. Interesting. TOTALLY not a bad thing..and maybe more happens later… but so far I see just a good…decent…man who decides…yeah. ok this will work. ???♀️ Did I miss something? Lol
Now – I will say… there are some parallels in my own life that this story makes me think of. I definitely feel like there is a lot of hype and fluff that media and human competitiveness pushes onto women, steering us to believe love and romance only exist when expressed in extravagant ways. I’ve always hated watching/reading romantic movies and books, for 2 reasons:
1. In my mind I’m a freaking warrior princess, single mom, handling bidness, honor roll kids, clean kitchen, yoga doin, no days off, working hard, smelling like cocoa butter and beach sand in my sleep – Queen of Zamunda. I dont NEED saving and never will. My momma and daddy gave me my swag. I’m never going to need a prince, especially not just because I’m a widow. No pity parties here! #wakandaforever ?????♀️
2. I wind up feeling like the crazy-over-the-top lengths that the male hero goes thru to win the love of the heroine…will never hap
happen to me anyway! I feel set up for disappointment! And so to me…the plots come off corny and un-relatable. womp womp. #NoChickFlix ???
I digress.. as a widow and as a happy copilot of a serious post martial relationship – Boaz actually reminds me of both the men I fell in love with only because neither of them prescribed to the big showy romance thing, and both of them prided themselves in being simply good men. Good decent human beings with sturdy, dependable qualities and kind hearts. No frills. Nothing fancy. At times I admit I’ve protested against any compleeeete lack of mush and romantic procedure, feeling the social pressure to demand frills every now and then (Geeez!) lol..But in the end of my old love (and throughout the journey of this new love) I suppose being simply a good man is definitely proving to be all I ever needed anyway. And it has its spices and fireworks ???… without needing to be over the top or showy. Hey…whatever works.
So to answer my title question do Widows need a Prince Charming? For me the answer is no. Never have. My circumstance doesn’t make me any more or less (or at all!) in neeeeed of a good man either. But if I’m picking…just give me a good person, kind, open heart. No knights. No crazy romance sweeping off the feet origin story needed. ??♀️ We’re good. ❤?
Anyway, yay Ruth! She got her Boaz! He didn’t flag her down at the airport, punch a dragon, or serenade her under her window with roses and fireworks …but he was STILL exactly what she needed. ❤ #OnTimeGod #YesHeIs
<3 (My testimony HERE⠀