The Prayers of Ruth, Naomi, and the Woman at the Well



These prayers are written in the perspectives of Ruth, Naomi, and the Woman at the Well. Dedicated to all women who are searching for something. Offer these prayers to the Lord. Know that He is listening and that he understands your desires. “Ask, and it will be given you; search, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened for you.”- Matthew 7:7


Ruth’s Prayer

This is my prayer to a God that I don’t really know.

I am on a journey.

Protect me and guide me as I find my way.

Help me to always care for my family to the best of my abilities.

Lead me to where I can find work and food.

Shelter me in a warm and loving home.

And if it is Your will,

Renew my heart so that it may be open to receive new love.

Be with me as I work and provide and care.

Open my ears so that I can understand what I don’t know.

My heart is heavy at the losses I’ve endured

and yet I want to embrace this new chapter of my life,

so I praise you Lord and thank You for this second chance

and the blessings that will come my way in the future.



Naomi’s Prayer

Lord, I am bitter.

I’m angry.

I’m hurt.

You’ve taken so much. So what more can you give?

My heart was filled with sweetness, joy, and delight.

I led a wonderful, pleasant, and lovely life.

Now here I am, stripped of my identity.

I know no longer what makes me “me.”

I feel as though You’ve slapped me in the face.

Is this my wake up call or some peculiar grace?

I have never felt so alone.

Nor have You ever felt so far away.

Let me get back to where I once belonged.

Take this pain away from my heart.

With this prayer, I plant the seeds of my faith.

I ask You, Lord, to let them grow like fields of barley.

Be my kindman-redeemer and rescue me from this hurt.

Let this new life restore and renew me.



The Prayer of the Woman at the Well

God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob,

I feel so thirsty and dry.

I am an outcast amongst my peers.

Too many men have come and gone in my life

and still, I feel unfulfilled by them.

I am seeking love, never satisfied at what I find.

Always yearning, thirsting for more.

I thirst and hunger for something I can’t name.

Will I ever be satisfied?

Help me to understand this longing.

The pain weighs as heavy as the noonday sun.

My chest carries an empty jar of a heart.

Lead me to the waters  of your wisdom, O God,

that I may learn how to truly live again.