Sunday is Bible Day on the blog in case y’all haven’t caught on yet. LOL. Over the last week, I finished reading in Genesis and am almost finished with Exodus right now. Today though, I want to talk about the first few chapters of Exodus. Specifically the story of Moses.
When I was growing up, one of my all time favorite movies to watch was The Prince of Egypt. Any of you heard of that movie? The story of Moses has always been a favorite of mine. Especially the way the story begins.
When Moses’ story truly begins, the fear of Pharaoh killing all first born males is among the Hebrew women. So after Moses is born his mother is able to hide him away until he is 3 months old. At which point, she can no longer keep him safe by hiding him. To protect him, Moses’s mother creates a basket of sorts to safely carry him down the river.
It is so amazing to me to how God works in such mysterious yet incredible ways. I can not imagine being a mother and having to send your little baby down the river in hopes that he would find safety. She must have had so much faith in the Lord and known that He was with her little baby and that Moses would find safety.
After Moses’s mother sends him down the river, the sister of Moses follows the basket along the river bank to see where the baby ends up. When the Pharaoh’s daughter goes down to that same river to bathe, the little basket caught in the reeds. She sends one of her maidens to get him and bring the basket to her. When she looks inside and sees that it is a Hebrew baby, she has compassion on him. At this point, Moses’s sister is near the Pharaoh’s daughter and says to her, “ Shall I go and call a nurse for you from the Hebrew women, that she may nurse the child for you?” The Pharaoh’s daughter agrees and the sister of Moses goes and gets the mother of Moses to be the baby’s nurse! I find that absolutely fascinating. Moses’s mother got to raise him after all was said and done. When Moses’s mother sent her little one away, I wonder if she knew how circumstances would bring them together again. And if she didn’t already know, then she had to have been such a selfless and brave woman. That she would do anything to protect her own son, even if that meant she would never see him again.
I can only hope that one day, when I have children of my own, I will be a great mother. It honestly makes me so nervous to think about. I have questions floating around in my head every so often, wondering, will I be brave? Will I be a good role model, caregiver and nurturer? Will I know how to teach my little one certain things, how to have patience, how to point them in the right direction? I pray so often and so hard that God will bless me with everything I need when the time comes. There are so many examples of wonderful mothers throughout the Bible and this is just one of my favorites.
The Lord had plans for Moses, BIG plans. Those plans would not have happened the way they did if Moses’s mother had not sent him down that river to be found by Pharaoh’s daughter. Timing is everything in life, and God’s timing is perfect timing. Sometimes, for me, it is hard to understand that. I am an impatient person, always have been. That is one thing that I really work on everyday and I just pray that when my card is called and it’s my turn to raise a little one in the way of the Lord that I will be just as strong, selfless and brave as Moses’s mom was.
I hope you all have enjoyed this post as much as I have enjoyed typing it out for you guys. Keep an eye out for my next Faith & Inspiration post. Let me know if you have any comments or questions!
XO my loves,