It is forest fire season where I live.
With this in mind, I thought it was interesting that the podcast I listened to on my walk the other day was about Moses and the burning bush.
The story of Moses and the burning bush is in Exodus 3, but the story of Moses begins in the previous chapter.
The life of Moses began with a mother who loved him. She knew what his destiny was, for Pharaoh had ordered that all Israelite babes to thrown into the Nile and drowned.
So, rather than do what every mother wants most to and hold him close, she chose to take her chances and let God determine his fate. She placed her newborn into a waterproof basket and set it in the Nile RIver.
Where other neighbor babies died a violent death, she chose to lovingly trust her God. She released her son from her hands and control to the only one that she knew who loved him more.
I think one could say that she gave him over to the river of life, by trusting her son to her God.
Her trust in her God resulted in her having him (temporarily) returned to her, to nurse him … with pay from the Pharaoh’s daughter!
Reminder:
God does not just give us what we need, he often gives extravagantly!
So, this mamma gets her son back, but she knows that it is temporary. She knows with every sunrise, every hungry cry, every coo and smile that her days are numbered with this child, this flesh and blood.
When we know that our time is limited, we do not waste our time!
What do you think she did with her son?
What do you think she spoke to him?
If it was me … if the son in my arms had been returned to me because of my God, who I had trusted …
I would tell him of God.
I would sing songs of worship.
I would pray over his future.
I would thank God.
And, I believe, that is what she did.
For her son was saved, his life was delivered from the cultural ‘sin’ of having been born into the race so despised in that time, that place.
God saved her son, so she would hide words of wisdom and love of God in his heart.
And that is the calling to all mothers,
To bury the word of God in the hearts of our children,
Then,
to release them
trusting the God who once placed them in our arms,
with them.
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