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Jochebed the mother of Mosesasket  of Amram the father of Mosesaith
"By faith Moses, when he was born, was hidden for three months by his parents,
because they saw he was a beautiful child; and they were not afraid of the king's edict."
Hebrews 11:23.
Her hands

The following is as
physically experienced
by the author
in the Holy Spirit
alone during worship.
pressed, bent, and then turned the split reed hard in upon itself. Carefully – so carefully that her fingers were numbed from the fierce pressure – she applied each tight turn and weave as her hands hurried. It was round – as baskets were – but not quite...
She bent it longer, pressing and pulling hard on the weave. It must fit. It must be right!
 
In her mind its form already held the sacrifice – her holiest gift – ever – ...to the Lord!
 
No basket she had ever made was so important to her. It must be shaped to its mission. Her hands brought each prepared reed into submission to its heart-aching purpose. With fingers aching from strain, she slowly and carefully tightened each piece. It was her altar, her offering. What more could she do?
 
In her heart it really was for – Him; the 'god' of her ancestors. There would be no mercy for her family from Pharaoh. But perhaps – God, the god of their great fathers, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob...?
See:
Abraham's
Three Days of Pain
 
Father Abraham had offered his own son and he'd been given back to him...
 
Her pain was terrible! It cut her. Had Abraham felt like this? The Most High saved young Isaac from the knife. But she –
she was nothing – no patriarch, no leader, not even a man. She was alone in her heart-break. Her stomach ached with fierce grief.
 
The hot
pitch was now ready. She had haggled in the market for as much as she could get. The merchant tried to exploit her desperation. But the grim determination that he had met with soon made him almost generous.
Now, every hot drop was pressed into the fibre, layer upon layer, inside and out, smoothed, hard ...ready.
 
 
The lid fitted snugly on the basket lip. It would keep the burning sun from him. Her mind held his face. Oh... his trusting eyes, his alert face, his smooth skin, soft, tender, vulnerable! She moved into the cool of the house. Picking him up –
she wept as she put him to her breast for his last feed and felt the need in his little mouth.
 
Then
he slept, and she folded her best cloth into the basket for his bed. 
 
 
Would the River be cruel to him? As, by the king's word, it had already taken so many boy-children? Or, would the Most High...?
 
She feared
to complete the thought in her mind. Would her God, the god of Abraham, do it – again –
     and for a 'woman'; a woman who already had other children.
Would He accept her desperate faith?
Moses' older sister
iriam wiped her mother's wet cheeks as the lid closed on the baby's sleeping face.

Exodus 2:4....
The name of Moses' mother
Jochebed means
'Yahweh is glory'
(Exodus 6:20; Numbers 26:59).
     God hears –
"Since then no prophet has risen in Israel like Moses, whom the Lord knew face to face,
for all the signs and wonders which the Lord sent him to perform in the land of Egypt against Pharaoh, all his servants, and all his land,
and for all the mighty power and for all the great terror which Moses performed in the sight of all Israel."

Deuteronomy 34:10-12 (probably written by the prophet Samuel whose mother also made him an offering/sacrifice)
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