Every son that is born ye shall cast into the river.
I think of slave woman Jochebed,
Living in a hovel in Goshen,
Who hid her beautiful son three months
And then, shockingly, obeyed Pharaoh’s order.
She cast him into the river.
She obeyed, but not as expected.
Her son, guarded and protected.
How long could she have thought to keep this up?
Did Pharaoh’s daughter find him the first day?
Or was this an act of survival and hope,
One day at a time?
As it is, indeed, for all of us.
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