Second day of this journey, and when I opened up the bible this morning, I wondered what if I don't get anything today like I did yesterday, should I still come here and write, and I think I should.
Discipline doesn't come with feelings or revelations; it comes through the grueling ordinary, through normal's mundane.
So here we go!
In the beginning of Exodus 2, a boy met a girl and married her. Their second child was a boy, and remember that they were under the mandate of killing all the Hebrew boys. But the mother couldn't cast him off into the Nile to die. Instead she kept him for three months, and when she couldn't hide him anymore, she hid him among the reeds in a sturdy basket.
His sister, however, couldn't let him go. She stayed nearby and came in close when the pharaoh's daughter found the baby boy among the reed. The sister then proposed that she find a nurse for the child, and the pharaoh's daughter agreed, and the mother and the baby are united again for a little while.
In the Daily Grace Co. devotional, she wrote that the pharaoh set out to kill the sons but underestimated the daughters, and that truth just warms my heart. And not only that, but there's nothing that can take us out; there will always be a way out for us. In this case, the women were the way out of the pharaoh's cruelty.
However, I want to land on the incredible sacrifice of the mother: she had to let go of Moses twice in hopes that he would have a better life away from her. She couldn't envision what would come of her baby boy; who would have thought that her son would be adopted into royalty, into the same royal family that demanded his death?
No, in her reality was certain misery if Moses would have stayed with her, that's what she knew for sure. But the rest was faith and hope.
To let go is to be filled with faith and hope that on the other side of the unknown is better than the known and even the imagined that's in our heads.
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