by Macy Johnson
“But when she could hide him no longer,
she got a papyrus basket for him
and coated it with tar and pitch.
Then she placed the child in it
and put it among the reeds
along the bank of the Nile.”
(Exodus 2:3 NIV)
Sometimes
I feel like I am floating in a rudderless box. Not unlike Moses, as a baby,
when his mother hid him in the reeds of the Nile River. Not unlike Noah in the
ark. But the frustration is even more real when someone you love cannot be
steered by you. I sit and watch the water rise and I pray.
