INSPIRATIONAL
P Badejo
It was time.
The basket was ready. It had been
made as watertight as possible.
The baby was fast asleep.
Jochebed’s heart clenched as she
hugged him close. Miriam, her
first child sat beside her – her
face as close to her baby
brothers’ as she possibly could.
As if from a long distance away,
she heard her husband, Amram
say her name softly.
“Jochebed…”
Her face a mask of pain, she
looked up at him and nodded.
The room was deathly quiet. No
one wanted baby Moses or threeyear-old Aaron, sleeping on the
other side of the room to wake up
just yet.
Very gently Jochebed placed
Moses in the basket, adjusted the
blanket and trailed her finger
softly down his cheek.
A tear fell silently down her face.
“Why…?”
Amram knelt down beside them.
His cloak rustling in the stillness.
“I don’t understand, Jochebed,
but God does and He will be
glorified in this. You’ve got to go
now. It’ll soon be daylight...
Miriam, go with your mother. I’ll
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