Entrusting your Child to God...

Exodus 2 Now a man from the house of Levi went and took as his wife a Levite woman. 2 The woman conceived and bore a son, and when she saw that he was a fine child, she hid him three months. 3 When she could hide him no longer, she took for him a basket made of bulrushes and daubed it with bitumen and pitch. She put the child in it and placed it among the reeds by the river bank. 4 And his sister stood at a distance to know what would be done to him. 5 Now the daughter of Pharaoh came down to bathe at the river, while her young women walked beside the river. She saw the basket among the reeds and sent her servant woman, and she took it. 6 When she opened it, she saw the child, and behold, the baby was crying. She took pity on him and said, “This is one of the Hebrews' children.”7 Then his sister said to Pharaoh's daughter, “Shall I go and call you a nurse from the Hebrew women to nurse the child for you?” 8 And Pharaoh's daughter said to her, “Go.” So the girl went and called the child's mother. 9 And Pharaoh's daughter said to her, “Take this child away and nurse him for me, and I will give you your wages.” So the woman took the child and nursed him. 10 When the child grew older, she brought him to Pharaoh's daughter, and he became her son. She named him Moses, “Because,” she said, “I drew him out of the water."
This story of Moses' early years definitely makes one of the top 10 Old Testament accounts children know.  It tells us about God's providence in the life of a chosen leader, though the Enemy is always out to stop such leaders before they can grow up.  It also talks to us about how we view our children. Moses' birth mother knew her limitations. She was as involved as she could be and yet have her son live.  She invested all she could, then let him go - not only in the basket, but into the arms of Pharoah's daughter.  When forced to, we can make decisions to fully trust God - to do our part, but still entrust ourselves, and those important to us, to His care and will.  But most of us struggle to do so, including moms.  May we cling more to Him, even as we lovingly hold hands with those we treasure most.