"When she saw that he was a fine child, she hid him for three months...So the woman took the baby and nursed him. When the child grew older, she took him to Pharaoh's daughter and he became her son."
Exodus 2
Crawl into the breaking heart of Moses' mother for a moment. Her people are slaves, her friends' sons are being tossed into the river to drown when she has a fine son herself. For three months, she adores him secretly: no baby showers, no passing him among congratulating relatives, she must muffle his cries. Then, to save his life, she must give him to the daughter of the man who has ordered this mass murder of infants. Yes, her son lives, but now belongs to another. The injustice! The rage at the unfairness of it all!
Yet, through the haze, God has a plan for this fine child. He shall be a deliverer. Just as baby Jesus survives a mass murder of babies ordered by a crazed despot and grew to become a deliverer of his people, so does Moses.
God, you work in mysterious ways. You often use the youngest, the weakest, the person whom all odds are against in which to work your glory. Thank you for keeping us humble that way.
I love you, Lord.
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