Ex 2:1-3; Now a man of the house of Levi married a Levite woman, and she became pregnant and gave birth to a son. When she saw that he was a fine child, she hid him for three months. But when she could hide him no longer, she got a papyrus basket for him and coated it with tar and pitch. Then she placed the child in it and put it among the reeds along the bank of the Nile.
I love to meditate on scripture with particular reference to the stories of the Patriarchs paying so much attention to their birth, their weaknesses, inadequacies and How God chose to use them.
This morning I consider Moses, Does his Birth relate to anything i can resonate with??.... yes, Beauty in a basket...... The excerpt from exodus tells us that When his mother saw he was a Fine child... she chose to hide him..... Could the mother have been opened up to more than met the eye? or was this Fineness of an ordinary kind?.... So many Questions so few answers. True?
Everything in its infant stage is vulnerable. Right from a relationship to a business, an idea, a ministry name it.. However, it gets even worse when the external environment demands that the infant be killed. Have you ever been a part of something new? Whether or not you can see the end of that thing, it has a form of beauty and looks like the finest piece you will be apart of...... BUT what happens when you cant let it out because the life therein won't be sustained?!
I picture a young man whose business idea feels ripe in his head and yet raw as he goes to bed, a young lady who has recently encountered love and feels of a gentle dove... There is Beauty in the thought and yet we all know that this may be but a quote. So we go into hiding, we hide it all away from the roughness of the external world because its longevity seems more certain where we can see it and less certain in the place where it actually is meant to be.
When fineness wont be hidden no more, Shall we make a basket? Shall we prep ourselves to let the vulnerabilities of infancy be the seed that springs forth into the ever abounding fruit of growth and continuous improvement? ...... So she picks up her papyrus and coats it (i like the NKJV which says she daubed it... " as in a carelessly rough or liberal way").... Yes she was scared, No she didn't want to let go.... This is Moses we are talking about just so you remember. .... and PUT the child in that basket and laid it in the reeds by the river bank... If i would share in what she felt, perhaps my mind runs to failure, fear...... When you have to let go of that which you love and held onto for so long..... BEAUTY IN THE BASKET... What was in my arms, now by the river bank....
If i could keep you, i would BUT to have you die in my arms, i rather that fate decide your way.
To be continued........
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