When she was no longer able to conceal him, she took a papyrus basket and coated it with bitumen and pitch and put the child in it and placed it among the reeds by the bank of the Nile River.
Moses’ mother, Jochebed, had no idea what would happen to her baby once she placed him in the water.
The instructions given to the Egyptians were clear: “You are to throw every newborn son of the Hebrews into the Nile River […]” (Exo. 1:22).
To go against Pharaoh’s orders back then would be today’s equivalent of committing a federal felony. Only Pharaoh was considered to be a god and so he had the power to execute people at will.
Still, Jochebed took her chances and concealed her baby boy for three months.
When she had done all she could, she commended him to Jehovah God and sent his sister to watch and see what would happen to him.
I try to imagine what they must have felt. Was it resignation? Fear? Firm faith? Or a mixture of all three?
Nowadays, it may happen that we are asked by an authority figure to do something inappropriate or unethical.
In those cases, it will be wise to follow Jochebed’s example and do what is right.
What happens after that may be a matter of circumstance, or if God sees it fit, He will intervene.
As we all know, in Moses’ case, things worked out, for Pharaoh’s daughter found him, felt compassion for him, and then hired his own mother to nurse him until he was old enough to be adopted by her and live among royalty.
“She named him Moses [meaning: ‘Drawn Out,’ that is, saved out of the water] and said: ‘It is because I have drawn him out of the water,’” (Exo. 2:10).
Little did they know that 80 years later, God would use Moses to intervene and save in a much greater manner.