It is not something that we manufacture by thinking good thoughts or praying polite prayers. It is not the brave face we put on at the funeral home or the lawyer's office. And it sings and sings and sings, until at the very least we start humming along. OK, so she wasn't Emily Dickinson. But the idea is the same.
Hope is tangible.
The grain had been sent from God. So had Ruth. So had Boaz. And in that moment Naomi knew it. Knowing it, she exchanged her accusations for a doxology.