Today I am Mose's mom
"It's a boy,"
the midwife's voice was tinged with sadness.
Jochebed looked at the
beautiful baby as he was placed in her arms. His eyes were closed as he rooted
around for her nipple. She placed it in his mouth and sighed as he began
sucking contently. A boy, she thought, what am I going to do? Pharaoh ordered all
Hebrew boys to be killed. But Mildra had known Jochebed for years. She would
not kill her baby. In fact, none of the Hebrew midwives were killing the Hebrew
boys. It was for this reason that Pharaoh sent his men in to Goshen periodically.
If they heard a baby cry, they would order the child's clothes removed. If it
was a girl, the child would be left alone, but if it was a boy, the child would
be taken and have his head bashed in, or he would be thrown in the river to
drown.
Jochebed cried as she held her baby. If Pharaoh's men were to come, they would kill him. As she looked down at his sweet face, now sleeping, she wondered how such love could be so painful. But she knew that somehow this boy was special; he could make it if she protected him.
Jochebed kept the baby close, snuggled against her body. Whenever he fussed, she nursed him and only changed him after he'd been fed. For three months she was able to keep him hidden, but then his cries grew louder and stronger.
"Please little one. Do not fuss." Jochebed tried to comfort the baby, but he resisted her attempts. He was tired of being in the sling she had made for him. Her neighbors knew about the baby and tried to cover for her when Pharaoh's men came, but hiding the boy was taking a toll on all of them. It was only a matter of time before someone told her secret.
"Lord, please help me. I do not want harm to come to this little one. What shall I do?" Then an idea came to her. She fetched a basket she used to carry loaves of bread made out of papyrus reeds. She then took some of the pitch and tar the Hebrews used to build Pharaoh's temples and smeared it along the outer edges of the basket.
Taking her precious baby in her arms, she brought him to the riverside. "Son," she said looking into his sweet brown eyes, “I don't know what will happen to you, but you are very special to me. May The Lord be with you and guide you on your way. Lord," Jochebed looked in to heaven, "This child is yours. I can no longer protect him. Whatever happens to him happens under your watch, whether good or bad. Please, take care of him. Keep him safe and let no harm come to him. You alone are in control of what happens to him. May it be for good." She gave her son one last hug and kissed his forehead; by now he was asleep. She laid him gently in the basket. Then with tears streaming down her face and her heart breaking with each move, she picked up the basket and placed it in the water.
Today, I am Moses' mom.
Jochebed cried as she held her baby. If Pharaoh's men were to come, they would kill him. As she looked down at his sweet face, now sleeping, she wondered how such love could be so painful. But she knew that somehow this boy was special; he could make it if she protected him.
Jochebed kept the baby close, snuggled against her body. Whenever he fussed, she nursed him and only changed him after he'd been fed. For three months she was able to keep him hidden, but then his cries grew louder and stronger.
"Please little one. Do not fuss." Jochebed tried to comfort the baby, but he resisted her attempts. He was tired of being in the sling she had made for him. Her neighbors knew about the baby and tried to cover for her when Pharaoh's men came, but hiding the boy was taking a toll on all of them. It was only a matter of time before someone told her secret.
"Lord, please help me. I do not want harm to come to this little one. What shall I do?" Then an idea came to her. She fetched a basket she used to carry loaves of bread made out of papyrus reeds. She then took some of the pitch and tar the Hebrews used to build Pharaoh's temples and smeared it along the outer edges of the basket.
Taking her precious baby in her arms, she brought him to the riverside. "Son," she said looking into his sweet brown eyes, “I don't know what will happen to you, but you are very special to me. May The Lord be with you and guide you on your way. Lord," Jochebed looked in to heaven, "This child is yours. I can no longer protect him. Whatever happens to him happens under your watch, whether good or bad. Please, take care of him. Keep him safe and let no harm come to him. You alone are in control of what happens to him. May it be for good." She gave her son one last hug and kissed his forehead; by now he was asleep. She laid him gently in the basket. Then with tears streaming down her face and her heart breaking with each move, she picked up the basket and placed it in the water.
Today, I am Moses' mom.
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