by Dave Dravecky
Exodus Chapter 2:1-8 How many of us could lay our 3-month old baby in a handmade basket to float down one of the largest rivers in the world? I can't imagine the pain in a mother's heart as she slowly walks towards the water knowing that she may never hold her child again, know where the river will take him, know if he survives at all. But she knew from birth that he was a "fine child," a child with special qualities. And she had hope and faith in God that He had special plans for this childs life. So she laid him in the basket and released him fully to God's care. And what God did, as a result of her obedience and trust was miraculous. God fashioned that child into the deliverer of over 2 million Hebrew slaves. Suffering and oppression continually present opportunities to entrust our treasures, relationships, even very our lives to God. But the torturous act of trusting our precious possessions to God is the only sure way to peace. This truth is more than theology for me. I've tested it. The morning after my arm and shoulder were amputated to stop the spread of cancer, I went to the bathroom mirror. I stood there pale and rumpled in my hospital gown, staring at the image that stared back at me - the image of a one-armed man. I was in shock at how radically they had cut the arm back. The arm was gone. The shoulder was gone. The shoulder blade was gone. And the left side of my collarbone was gone. "Okay, God. This is what I've got to live with. Put this behind me; let me go forward." And when the one-armed man looked back at me, there was peace in his eyes. Excerpts taken from When You Cant Come Back, pg. 120
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