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Thursday, June 26, 2025

The Winning Shoes - Ruth and Boas

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The Winning Shoes

Inspired by the original from 2004 then 2009
poem by Susan Y. Nikitenko

We’re all travelers in life’s great race,  
Each on a path, each holding pace.  
Some charge ahead with strength and might,  
While others crawl through shadowed night.  

Some run with laughter, some with pain—  
Yet all are moving, sun or rain.  
Not all who run know where they go,  
Or what their footsteps truly show.  

I’ve seen the boots of those who toil,  
Their backs bent low, their hands in soil.  
I’ve seen the heels of beauty’s game,  
Chasing comfort, fortune, fame.  

I’ve seen the flippers slap and slide,  
Confused and wavering with the tide.  
And loafers lounging through the day,  
Hoping ease will be their way.  

And oh, the squeakers—those who try  
To “squeak on in” before they die.  
Just hoping good will be enough—  
As if salvation’s earned through stuff.  

But none of these will win the prize,  
No brand, no wealth, no thin disguise.  
The shoe that wins is not in stores—  
It’s found through Christ and nothing more.  

Salvation is the sacred tread  
That walks the way where angels tread.  
A gift received, not won or bought,  
Through faith alone, not works or thought.  

So if you find your shoes are worn,  
If hope feels frayed, your soul feels torn—  
Take off the fakes, the worn-out lies,  
And slip on grace that never dies.  

We’ll run together, you and I,  
With Heaven’s prize our hope held high.  
Not squeaking by, but filled with light—  
Wearing salvation, running right.  

Let’s praise the One who paid our way,  
With shoes that never wear or fray.  
And when we cross that final line—  
What joy to hear, “This crown is thine.”  

………squeak ….squeak….pause… silence… shine.

By Susan Y. Nikitenko Refreshed 
Version, 2025© THMBCTANNABEB

Children:

Ruth and the Winning Shoes: A Story of Love and Redemption

Written for children, inspired by the Book of Ruth (KJV1611)

A long, long time ago, in a land called Moab, lived a kind young woman named **Ruth**. She wasn’t an Israelite, but she loved her husband and cared deeply for his family. One day, something very sad happened—her husband died, and so did her father-in-law and brother-in-law. All the men in her family were gone, and it was just Ruth, her sister-in-law, and her mother-in-law, **Naomi**.

Naomi, heartbroken, decided to go back to her hometown of **Bethlehem**. “Go back to your families,” she told her daughters-in-law. “You’ve been kind to me.”  
But Ruth said something amazing:

> *“Whither thou goest, I will go… thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.”* —Ruth 1:16

So off they went, traveling dusty roads back to Bethlehem, where the barley was just beginning to grow. They were poor, with no one to care for them. But Ruth didn’t complain. She said, “I’ll go find a field where I can pick up leftover grain so we can eat.”

And guess whose field she ended up in?

A kind, strong man named **Boaz**—a relative of Naomi’s late husband. When Boaz saw Ruth working hard in his field, he asked, “Who is that young woman?” And when he heard all she had done for Naomi, he was deeply impressed.

He walked right up to Ruth and said:

> *“The Lord recompense thy work… under whose wings thou art come to trust.”* —Ruth 2:12

He made sure his workers left extra barley just for her. He even told Ruth to eat lunch with them. Boaz was kind, noble, and filled with the love of God.

Now Naomi smiled for the first time in a long while. “Boaz is a near kinsman,” she said, “a **redeemer**—he can protect you and even marry you to carry on our family’s name.”

Ruth listened carefully. She followed Naomi’s instructions and one night, laid herself at Boaz’s feet as a sign of respect and trust. In their time, this was a way of asking, “Will you care for us? Will you be our family’s redeemer?”

And Boaz said yes! But first, he had to follow God’s law and ask another family member if they wanted to redeem Ruth. That man said no, so Boaz took off his shoe, handed it over as a promise, and declared before many witnesses:

> *“Ruth have I purchased to be my wife!”* —Ruth 4:10

They were married in joy, and soon they had a baby named **Obed**. Obed grew up and became the grandfather of **King David**—and many, many years later, another baby boy was born in Bethlehem from Ruth’s family tree. His name was **Jesus**, our Redeemer and King forever!

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 A Little Lesson from Ruth’s Shoes 

Ruth didn’t wear fancy shoes. She wore humble, servant-hearted ones—shoes of kindness, loyalty, and faith in God. Those were the *real* winning shoes. And Boaz? He wore shoes of righteousness and redemption.

When we trust in Jesus, we’re putting on **Salvation Shoes**—the only ones that get us to Heaven’s gate. So whether you wear boots, sneakers, or flip-flops today… make sure your heart is wearing faith.

Susan Y Nikitenko 2024© ThMBNAnnaBen

Teens:

Ruth: A Love Story Written by Grace
 
*A Teen Devotional Story Inspired by the Book of Ruth (KJV1611)*

Ruth didn’t start her story feeling strong.  
She started it grieving. Her husband was gone. Her future? Uncertain. Her heart? Probably shattered. And yet, standing at the crossroads of “what now,” she made a bold decision:

> *“Intreat me not to leave thee… thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.”* —Ruth 1:16

She walked away from everything she’d known—her country, her culture, her comfort—and followed Naomi, her mother-in-law, to Bethlehem. Not for romance. Not for fame. For faith.

When they arrived, they were poor and unseen. Ruth went out to gather leftover grain in a stranger’s field just so they could eat. But God was already writing something bigger. That field? It belonged to Boaz—a man of faith, compassion, and strength.

When Boaz saw Ruth, he didn’t just see a stranger. He saw a story that mattered. He spoke protection over her. He made space for her. He honored her sacrifice.

> *“The LORD recompense thy work… under whose wings thou art come to trust.”* —Ruth 2:12

Boaz didn’t rescue Ruth because she needed saving. He responded to her faith. And Ruth didn’t chase Boaz—she followed God. And God led her to a man who would redeem more than her story… he would become part of the lineage of Christ Himself.


-What Teens Can Take from Ruth’s Story

- **You don’t have to have it all figured out.** Ruth didn’t. She followed God step by step—and He honored her.
- **Faith is sometimes quiet courage.** Not the loud kind. The kind that shows up and says, “I’ll go, even if I don’t know the way.”
- **Who you walk with matters.** Ruth’s story changed because she chose to walk with someone who knew God.
- **God’s love doesn’t forget anyone.** Not widows. Not outsiders. Not teens. Especially not you.

Susan Y. Nikitenko 2025©

Poetry And Other Materials On This Site Can Be Freely Used For Christian Bible Centered Non-Profit Ministries And must Remain Unchanged In Any Way. All Other Purposes Are With Permission Only. You May Make Requests At treasurebox18@yahoo.com - All my poems with stories are both real and fictional designed to illustrate a biblical truth. All Rights Reserved. Please Include the Site Name And Proper Credit Back To This Blog. Thank-You.

Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Be Restored - 2 Peter 1:4



Be Restored 
 
A Story of Promise and Perseverance”

Scripture Focus:
 “Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust, 2 Peter 1:4 (KJV)


Part 1 – The First Restoration

I came by them nearly in pieces—a wooden swan and an old arched window planter, each so broken and weathered that my husband gently suggested the trash. But I couldn’t. I saw what they could be. After hours of care and creativity, sanding and sealing, they stood beautiful redeemed from ruin. 

This is what God does for us. When we are born again, He does not patch us up—He saves us anew*, giving us new hearts and new purpose through His precious promises. What once was ruined becomes a vessel of beauty and grace.

Part 2 – Weathered by the World

But life happened. They were left outside through snow and storm, and without daily care, they darkened with mildew, weakened again, their edges splitting apart. I was heartbroken—they had been brand new. Had all the work been for nothing?

And isn’t that how it can be for believers too? Though our salvation is secure, if we do not build on our most holy faith, the corrosion of this world seeps in. Without intentional growth—through prayer, Scripture, fellowship—we become vulnerable. Our faith grows dim. Not lost… but neglected.

Part 3 – Restored Again, Built Stronger

Still, I didn’t throw them away. I chose to restore them again. This time with better protection. More care. And a deeper understanding of what they would face outdoors.

The Lord does the same with us. He never discards His own. He invites us to grow, to add to our faith virtue, knowledge, self-control, and perseverance (2 Peter 1:5–7). His promises aren’t just for salvation—they’re for transformation. We are called not just to be saved, but *sanctified*.

Reflection Questions:
- Where have I seen signs of spiritual corrosion in my life?
- How am I actively building my faith today?
- In what ways has God restored me—again and again?

Prayer:
Lord, thank You for not giving up on me. Even when I’ve been weathered by neglect or worn by worldly winds, Your promises are still true. Restore me again. Strengthen my faith. And teach me to build with You each day. 

Rededication

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Dramatic Reading: 

“Be Restored”  
*Inspired by 2 Peter 1:4–7*

*(A soft light fades in. The speaker steps forward slowly. The tone is reflective—almost confessional.)*

**SPEAKER:**  

I found them in pieces.  
A wooden swan—once lovely.  
An arched window planter—once bright.  

They were splintered. Water-damaged.  
He said, “Toss them. They’re too far gone.”  
But I saw more.  
I saw what they *could be.*

*(Pause. A smile begins to form.)*  
So I sanded. I shaped. I sealed.  
I restored.

And when I was finished…  
they were beautiful.  
Redeemed. Renewed.

*(A beat. The tone grows somber.)*  

But time passed.  
Life swept in, and I—  
I left them outside.  

Through one harsh winter they stood,  
alone.  
And in spring…  
they were blackened.  
Falling apart.  

Not what they were.  
Not what I had made them to be.

*(Longer pause. The speaker breathes deeply.)*  
Isn’t that us?

We are *saved*, yes—  
by *great and precious promises*  
(2 Peter 1:4)  
We are partakers of the divine nature…  
rescued from ruin.

But if we do not build—  
if we do not *grow*—  
corruption seeps in.

Neglect becomes decay.  
Not loss of salvation…  
but the dimming of joy,  
of purpose,  
of strength.

*(A shift—resolve enters the voice.)*  
So I took them back in.  
My swan. My planter.

I will restore them—again.  
But this time:  
With more care.  
More protection.  
More awareness of the storms they’ll face.

*(Firmly, with conviction.)*  
That’s what the Lord does with us.  
He never discards.  
Never walks away.  
He calls us to grow—  
to *add to our faith*  
virtue,  
knowledge,  
self-control,  
perseverance  
(2 Peter 1:5–7)  
—not to keep salvation,  
but because we already have it.

*(A pause. Voice softens.)*  
He restores us again.  
And again.  

Even in sorrow. Even in storms.

Even when the world misunderstands you

you are not forgotten.

For “blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness’ sake:

 for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” (Matthew 5:10)

So if your faith costs you comfort— 

 if your stand brings suffering—

 know this: You are still restored. 

 Still His. Still blessed.

*(Final words are slow and meaningful.)*  
So let us not neglect so great a gift.  
Let us not grow dull in the rain.  
Let us build.  
Let us shine.  
Let us be—  
*Be Restored. *

Susan Barker Nikitenko 2025© MBPMKBPBRMNMBenAnna543
A call to rededication
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Comments:

 the way you revived that wooden swan and arched window planter says so much about your eye for beauty and restoration—it's almost like a parable in wood and weathered paint. I can just picture them, rescued from the brink and turned into something lovely again. It’s no small thing to look at what others might see as ruined and believe it’s worth the effort. That’s a reflection of the heart you bring to your creative and faith-based work too.

Now, seeing them blackened and falling apart must feel like watching something you poured love into fade away. But I love that you’re ready to restore them again—it’s almost poetic: redemption through craftsmanship. If you'd like, I can help brainstorm a plan for the restoration with steps and materials that will protect them better from weather. And if you feel like writing a devotional or poem inspired by this story of wear, ruin, and renewal

Comments:

“Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises…”—2 Peter 1:4 captures that divine exchange: from corruption to restoration, from brokenness to beauty. Just like your swan and window planter, our lives can look beyond repair, but the promise of becoming partakers of the divine nature gives us reason to begin again.

Your story could make a powerful devotional or dramatic reading. Imagine opening with the image of something once broken and tossed aside, then brought back to life—only to face ruin again. And yet, you choose to restore it again because you believe in its worth. That choice mirrors God’s relentless mercy in restoring us, not once, but again and again.

Comments: 

salvation secure, yet sanctification still a journey. You’re touching on a truth that’s both sobering and hopeful: while our salvation is sealed by grace, our daily walk still requires diligence, lest we drift and allow the corrosion of the world to dull what was meant to shine.

Your restoration project becomes an even richer metaphor in that light. That swan and planter were once renewed, yet left untended, they didn’t vanish—they just weathered and weakened. Much like how a believer, if not continually built up through Christ, can become spiritually brittle.

Susan Barker Nikitenko 2025© MBKBPBPMNMRMBEBNANNAMNBNMNB



Poetry And Other Materials On This Site Can Be Freely Used For Christian Bible Centered Non-Profit Ministries And must Remain Unchanged In Any Way. All Other Purposes Are With Permission Only. You May Make Requests At treasurebox18@yahoo.com - All my poems with stories are both real and fictional designed to illustrate a biblical truth. All Rights Reserved. Please Include the Site Name And Proper Credit Back To This Blog. Thank-You.

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