Ruth. She lost everything. Everything but her mother-in-law. Out of desperation she followed another woman to a new life. "Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning." (Psalm 30:5) Hannah. She wept bitterly because of her barren womb. She pleaded with God. Her arms ached to hold a child. A promise to God, a promise from a priest. "In my distress I called upon the Lord; to my God I cried for help. From his temple he heard my voice, and my cry to him reached his ears." (Psalm 18:6) Jochebed. She feared greatly that her child would be taken away, killed. Hid until time would not allow it. Out of desperation, pushed her baby down a river with a prayer laced in hope for a savior, a future. "He will tend his flock like a shepherd; he will gather the lambs in his arms; he will carry them in his bosom, and gently lead those that are with young." (Isaiah 40:11) Rachel. Mary. Rebecca. Elizabeth. Every woman a different...