I read a new detail and was reminded of an old principle…from an old story.
Maybe you’ve heard this one:
Pharaoh then commanded all his people: “You must throw every son born to the Hebrews into the Nile, but let every daughter live.” (Exodus 1:22 HCSB)
But, you know what happened:
Now a man from the family of Levi married a Levite woman. The woman became pregnant and gave birth to a son; when she saw that he was beautiful, she hid him for three months. But when she could no longer hide him, she got a papyrus basket for him and coated it with asphalt and pitch. She placed the child in it and set it among the reeds by the bank of the Nile. Then his sister stood at a distance in order to see what would happen to him. Pharaoh’s daughter went down to bathe at the Nile while her servant girls walked along the riverbank. Seeing the basket among the reeds, she sent her slave girl to get it. When she opened it, she saw the child-a little boy, crying. She felt sorry for him and said, “This is one of the Hebrew boys.” (Exodus 2:1-6 HCSB)
It’s an old story. You know it.
But, do you see the part in bold? (I added the bold, of course.)
Moses was crying. Somehow, I’ve always missed that. It wasn’t the childhood Sunday school picture I had in my memory, where a sweet little baby is cooing in a basket floating behind some grass along a quiet river.
It was a crying baby. Moses was upset. Probably hungry. Needing a diaper change perhaps. It’s what got Pharaoh’s daughter’s attention.
But it was a good reminder of an old principle.
God uses tears to bring forth joy.
This story of Moses ends well…he was protected…well fed…diaper clean…you remember the good part of the story, right? That’s the part I always chose to remember…but it started as a story with tears.
“Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning.” Psalm 30:5
Are you in a moment of tears?
Leave a comment and we will pray for you.
God is working…even now…towards an ultimate joy.