Moses

Last night Klara and I read about baby Moses from her really cute little toddler Bible. I guess I have not read that story since I had my babies. It had a completely new meaning to me. I don't know how Moses' mother did it. How in world did she put her little baby in a basket and watch him float away in the water!!???? I mean, I would have been having seizures, strokes, heart attacks, and vomiting from crying so hard if I had to watch Klara or Zach float down a river not knowing if I would ever see them again or if they would live.

I can't imagine putting this precious face....
or this precious face in a basket and seeing them float down a river.

It struck me how incredible Moses' mother's faith in God must have been to trust that He would take care of Moses once she let him go. Of course in the end it all turned out fine, but how was she to know that? Some days I start thinking of all the things that could possibly go wrong and how my babies could get hurt, but I have to stop and think that if God took care of Moses who was probably floating down a crocodile and malaria infested river, then he will take care of my babies too. I know God does not want me to put my babies in a basket and send them downstream (please, God?), but He does want me to trust their lives to Him on this road of life they travel. May God grant me more faith and trust.