"Don't call me Naomi" she told them. "Call me Mara, because the Almighty has made my life very bitter. I went away full, but the Lord has brought me back empty. Why call me Naomi? The Lord has afflicted me; the Almighty has brought misfortune upon me."
Ruth 1:20
Coffee is one of my favorite drinks in the morning. With just the right amount of cream and sugar my day will be off to a great start. Not a couple weeks after my mom passed away I was making myself a cup of coffee and realized that I didn't want as much sugar in my coffee. I didn't mind that it wasn't as sweet as usual. I casually mentioned this to Chris (my husband) and he said "maybe you don't want it as sweet because life has become bitter."
I pondered that word, bitter. I didn't want to be bitter in the sense that I knew the word. I didn't want to be someone that was considered bitter and angry all the time. But, like the good student I am, I looked up the word. One of the meanings of bitter is "hard to bear; grievous; distressful". Life, for the past couple months had become hard to bear. Life, in a short amount of time, had become bitter.
