Pastor Livingston’s Sunday message painted a beautiful picture of Exodus 2: Jochebed, devoted mother…cradling her infant, hiding him from the world; weeping over him, praying for him; fashioning that basket of bulrushes and reluctantly setting it afloat with her baby inside, all the time fearing the crocodiles, snakes, deep waters, and other unknown dangers that might consume him. Anyone who has read the book of Exodus or seen Charlton Heston play “Moses” knows the outcome: ironically, miraculously, Jochebed is paid to take care of her own baby. Pastor Livingston pointed out that despite her wondering whether she did the right thing or her worries over his safety or the outcome, God had a plan all along that was bigger than Moses, Jochebed herself, and even His people. It was all for His glory.
When I think about this story I see myself. Like Jochebed’s, my reed basket cradles my family. I know the world hungers for them, just as Pharaoh hunted down the Hebrew children. Daily, I try to prepare them for it and shield them from it. Eventually, yes, I have to virtually watch them float away on life’s uncharted waters, praying and weeping and wondering “what if?” My basket holds my dreams and hopes as well, plans I’ve sweated over, worked for, and nurtured. Sometimes it feels I must give up altogether, not just give them over to God.
But like Jochebed, we parents, dreamers, and workers have to trust that releasing our little people and our plans doesn’t mean that all is lost. Instead, there is everything to gain. When we let them go to God, the God who has them all along, they’re not drifting along directionless or into certain peril. We must believe that He has a great and awesome plan that will be to our benefit, their good, and His glory. “For I will pour water on him who is thirsty, And floods on the dry ground; I will pour My Spirit on your descendants, And My blessing on your offspring.” Isaiah 44:3