I wrote this a year and a half ago.  I hope you enjoy.  HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!

I am currently teaching my three-year-old pre-school at home. Each day we have a Bible Study and we are going through the Old Testament. We have spent several weeks on the life and work of Moses. A few weeks ago we studied about Moses when he was just a baby. The king during that day was terrible and he demanded all baby boys to be thrown into the river. I immediately put myself in the shoes of his mother, well, as much as I possibly could imagine. I am sure she must have been very scared to say the least. I know how it feels to have a love only a mother can have for her children. I remember being pregnant with my first child and feeling such a strong attachment even then, but nothing compared to the emotional connection that happened when I birthed her and held her against my chest for the very first time. I can actually say I would give my life without question or second thought for the life of my beloved child.

I placed myself laying in bed with the fear of knowing that tomorrow would be the day I would have to finally succumb to the kings commands. They must have already banged on my door a thousand times threatening my family if we did not heed to their commands. I have gathered thick grasses from the river banks and woven together a basket boat. I have slaved many hours over this project making sure the grasses are woven as tight as possible, ensuring the water will not get through the strands. I have bled from my fingers as I weave and braid each strand. Tears saturate the grass as I weep from fear of not knowing what might happen to him as I let the basket go in the rapid current of the Nile River. Oh the dirtiness, filth, and danger that river holds. Disease, crocodiles, piranhas, sharp rocks, waterfalls, and snakes to name a few. Please Lord, I beg for you to protect him.

The faith she had was unbelievable. I think this mother would have died right along beside my son. I do not think I would have had the faith it took to let go of that basket in the river that day. God did the unthinkable. He actually protected that special child. God did allow that basket boat to find its way into the hands of the king himself. The most unbelievable part is that Moses’ mother actually got to hold her precious baby once again, yet this time with the king’s honor, blessing, and protection. She actually got to put him at her breast again to feed him until he was old enough the be weaned. She got to see him smile, crawl for the first time, pull up on the furniture, spit out food, throw toys, teeth on everything, hear him cry when she walked into another room, take his very first steps, and even hear him say, “mama” for the very first time and many times after that.

God protects His people. Why do we spend so much time worrying over our children when God is unfolding His perfect plan. Lord, teach me to weep for my children in prayer. Help me to let my children go, trusting that you will be their Protector. Please help me to be like the dear mother of Moses.

Exodus 1:22 “And Pharaoh charged all his people, saying, Every son that is born ye shall cast into the river, and every daughter ye shall save alive.”

Exodus 2:1-10 ” And there went a man of the house of Levi, and took [to wife] a daughter of Levi. And the woman conceived, and bare a son: and when she saw him that he [was a] goodly [child], she hid him three months. And when she could not longer hide him, she took for him an ark of bulrushes, and daubed it with slime and with pitch, and put the child therein; and she laid [it] in the flags by the river’s brink. And his sister stood afar off, to wit what would be done to him. And the daughter of Pharaoh came down to wash [herself] at the river; and her maidens walked along by the river’s side; and when she saw the ark among the flags, she sent her maid to fetch it. And when she had opened [it], she saw the child: and, behold, the babe wept. And she had compassion on him, and said, This [is one] of the Hebrews’ children. Then said his sister to Pharaoh’s daughter, Shall I go and call to thee a nurse of the Hebrew women, that she may nurse the child for thee? And Pharaoh’s daughter said to her, Go. And the maid went and called the child’s mother. And Pharaoh’s daughter said unto her, Take this child away, and nurse it for me, and I will give [thee] thy wages. And the woman took the child, and nursed it. And the child grew, and she brought him unto Pharaoh’s daughter, and he became her son. And she called his name Moses: and she said, Because I drew him out of the water.”