Growing up in Sweden, I loved receiving visitors in our home. I associated visitors with gifts—boxes of chocolates, beautiful cakes, and flowers—and as the recipient, it was always such a joy. My room would be converted to a guestroom as needed. Often, guests left gifts. I fondly remember running to my room after they left to find my surprise. I favored the guests by the gifts they left. Their kindness did not go unnoticed. I am reminded of individuals who did not go to the ones they loved empty-handed. Naomi brought an amazing gift with her back from Moab. There…