Blog Title: Mission: Motherhood
About Me: This blog is about my mission from God – motherhood. As a Hebrew slave in the land of Egypt, I’m usually accepting of my lot in life, until it threatens the life of my son. Pharaoh has issued and edict that all Hebrew baby boys be thrown in the Nile. I will not let that happen. I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to keep my son safe, including sending him away. I would rather cut out my own heart than separate from my son, but his life is worth any amount of pain and suffering to me. That comes with the territory of motherhood. Right now my life’s mission is simple: keep my son alive.
Intended Audience: Hebrew slave women and mothers.
I can hardly believe what has happened! All day I walked around in a fog of sorrow, not seeing the sun rise, not feeling the rays burn my skin, barely existing. And then Miriam busted in with amazing news!
Pharaoh’s daughter found my son in the basket and has decided to take him in and raise him as her own! My son is safe! He will live! I danced with happiness.
And it gets even better! Pharaoh’s daughter has asked me to nurse the boy for her and she’s going to pay me! Not only is my son going to live; I’m going to be there to see him grow up. I still get to hold him, hug him, kiss him and love him every day!
Thank you, God for your brilliant plan! May I always trust in your ways even when they are painful and heart-breaking! I dedicate my life to raising children who love and serve you above all. May I not fail in my mission!
- Papyrus Basket
My first step was weaving a basket with the papyrus. After coating the basket with the tar and pitch to make it water tight, I lovingly placed my baby boy inside and gently kissed his precious forehead, savoring the scent of innocence and purity. Then with my daughter Miriam, I set the basket among the reeds on the bank of the Nile and said goodbye. My heart shattered into a million pieces. By God’s strength I kept breathing and moving.
A Difficult Decision
Can you imagine hiding your infant son for three months? Well, that’s exactly what I’ve been doing. Caring for a newborn is exhausting enough without the added threat of discovery. Every day I live in fear that Pharaoh’s men will find my child.
Sleep is a distant memory at this point. If I’m not up with the baby, I’m shooting up out of bed in a cold sweat with panic beating like a drum in my chest. A crying newborn is stressful for any mother, but it’s twice as stressful for me. If anyone heard the cries, well, I can’t even think about it.
Now I know I can’t continue hiding him. He’s growing like a weed and it makes my heart swell with pride and tremble in fear.
I’ve come to a decision. It’s the most difficult decision I’ll ever make. I’ve prayed over it, railed against it, and finally accepted it: I have to let my son go. I can no longer protect him, I have to trust that God will keep him safe.
(Exodus 2:1-8 NIV)
I ended the challenge with Moses’ wife, so what better way to begin again with Moses’ mother? I apologize because I meant to have this posted on Friday per schedule, but circumstances made that impossible.