"And the child grew, and she brought him to Pharaoh's daughter, and he became her son. So she called his name Moses, saying 'Because I drew him out of the water.'" Exodus 2:10
How difficult it must have been for Moses' mother to let him go. Not once, but twice. The first time, she placed him in a basket and set him among the reeds of the river bank. She didn't know what would happen to him. She only knew that if she didn't do it, he would be killed. How difficult it must have been as her hands left the handmade basket and her infant son began to drift in the water.
She must have sensed God's protection when he was discovered and given back to her to nurse until he was a bit older. I wonder if that protection from the hand of God gave her comfort when she had to let him go a second time. This time she had to let him go directly into the palace of Pharaoh... the same one who had given the order to kill him when he was just a babe. As a mother, it must have been a very difficult thing to do. Not only losing her son, but sending him off to a place where he would not be raised in the same way that she would have raised him herself. Raised in a place that had rejected God. Would the king discover Moses' true identity and kill him? So many things must have been going through her head.
I see things happening around me now and wish I could do something to change them. Loved ones I wish I could shake some sense into. Friends making unwise choices. Family members choosing paths far from God. There have been times when I've had the opportunity to talk to friends I love and offer a more distanced perspective, however sometimes it seems to fall on deaf ears. What's left is just time spent watching people I care about head down a path of pain, sorrow, or destruction. It's difficult to watch being powerless to change anything.
Then I think about Moses. God intended for him to be raised in the palace of Pharaoh. It was there that he developed a passion for seeing the Israelites, God's people, escape from Egyptian persecution. That passion became his purpose as God used him to lead the Israelites out of Egypt and towards the Promised Land.
I think of my own life over the past several years. There were circumstances that I had to endure that were more painful than any other in my past. However, I do believe they served a purpose and looking back, I am thankful that the Lord did not spare me from the pain. If it hadn't been for the pain, there are so many things that I would not have learned. My own personal trauma shaped my future and became my testimony.
Lord, I pray that you would do the same for my friend... two friends in particular. I also pray for two other family members specifically that you would give them eyes to see and ears to hear. I pray that you would use their circumstances past and present to shape their future and change them into Your image. Amen.