My Moses Basket Baby

In September of last year Josh and I found out that we were pregnant with our second child. We were over-joyed and began the planning process and all that goes with it. I told myself I would wait to make any announcements but I couldn't! I called our close friends and family and let Macie, our at the time three year old, tell that she was going to be a big sister.

Unfortunately, at eight weeks pregnant, I miscarried. The sorrow was overwhelming. But, the Lord graciously showed me the depths of His love. As I tried to hide He gently reminded me that neither death nor life, angels nor demons, present nor future, nor any powers, nor heigth or depth, nor ANYTHING else in creation could separate me from His love. (Romans chapter 8)
And He began to heal my broken heart.

About a month later I felt that I might be pregnant again. I took a test and saw a faint positive. I needed to go to the Doctor to make sure. I remember it was a Thursday morning that I took the test. Worry and fear automatically began to creep in.
I was at home that morning with my daughter. She had shared with me that at Church the night before they had learned about Baby Moses and how his big sister had taken good care of him. We decided to get on youtube and see if we could find a video to watch about Moses since she was so intrigued by his story.

I know I've heard the story of Moses at LEAST 50 times. This time, however, God made it NEW. Never before had I focused on the mother in the story. Moses's mother prepared a basket for her son and placed him in a river. The NILE river!
What amazing FAITH! To say,
"God, I trust you."
"I place this baby in your care."

How did she do it?

Did she weep as she wove the reeds together for what may very well be her child's casket?
Or did she sing praises to the Lord for the future she believed God had in store for him?
Or both?
Did her hands bleed as she tightened the weave to make sure her baby would stay a float?
Did she stay up all night rocking that sweet boy, taking in every inch of his precious face, softly kissing his head and singing soft lullabies through her tears?

How do you place your beloved baby in the river and watch him float away?

The only answer I can accept is Faith.

In that moment, watching the retelling of the story of Moses on my computer with my daughter in my lap and a precious new life in my belly, my God reached down and placed His arms around me and said "give this life to me and know that whatever happens, I AM everything you need. You can trust in me."

I have since referred to Mollie as my little Moses Basket baby. There were a few scares along the way to get her here and each time I was reminded to place her in the River of the Lord and trust. I am sure that with both of my children there will be many more of those moments and I can only hope that I will be faithful.

Moses's mother was right to trust in her God.
Even if that would have been the last time she had seen her baby boy this side of heaven I have to believe that she knew, that no matter the outcome, her God was trust worthy.