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In the last three months she had developed a clairaudiance.  Dodging, bobbing and weaving so to speak, in an effort to keep her son from the guards; From the soldiers; from the wise men; and the sorcerers.  It had served her well.  Now, though, came the time for her to put the babe in the hands of The Lord in a tough way.

Yeshua had motivated her to do some peculiar things, especially as of recent.  Never misleading her, she had learned to trust Him.  This though was not an easy step.  Some weren’t.  It seemed to be murder.  Nevertheless, the voice of God would not abate.  It was clear that she must place her son in the river.

The rain was warm on the Levite woman’s brow.  There was an easy mist forming in pockets as she was lead to the river’s edge.  Her motivation was that of any mother’s.  The idea of allowing the Egyptians to take her newborn son’s life was not an option.  Was she the only one striving to keep hers?

She walked briskly, holding the babe under her garments.  Drawing closer and closer to the Nile, she was nearing the place where people might see her.  The Levite woman’s clothes were damp, yet they still hung over her with ease.  The Levite woman looked for a good place where she could place the child.  Hearing footsteps, slow and meticulously placed in the wet sand and mud: squish, drain, pop, another pop and a long squish, “Oh no” she thought. She needed a place to hide and a distraction so her movements weren’t heard.  She tossed a small cobble into the air.  It arced up and over the path and into the sage brush on the other side.  She made a jump for a small hill next to her, not nearly enough for shelter but she landed and rolled flat with the baby in her arms at the same time that the cobble brushed through the foliage and plopped into the mud.  She hugged the ground and her energy was kept low.  The baby didn’t make a sound, the Egyptian passed, spooked and without a glance in her direction.

The desert was a land full of superstitions.  Over the generations these superstitions had woven themselves into the very nature of the Egyptian.  This, she had found was right in front of her all the time.  Once she could see it was so plain.  It worked to her advantage remarkably.

She was not even on alert at moments like this anymore.  Her energy was very balanced.  If she had been caught the Egyptians would have dealt with her in a most licentious way.  God had her heart and mind.  It was not easy to walk so close to Him.  She was derided by the leaders, both religious and non.  She was in constant warfare with herself. Against the wiles of her carnal mind:  it telling her how childish this God stuff was;  Yet, He prevailed when she was with Him in mind, and even when she wasn’t.

The basket she had made the day before was still there, waiting for to take it’s place in history.  What was His name?  She placed him in the basket.  She took a moment and just sat.  This was another step in her personal journey with The Creator.  There was a chorus happening all around her.  The falling drops on the water, in the vegetation, on the land, and over her son’s golden brown skin.

The river tugged him in as she shed her motherly tears.

A small, condensed ray raced toward the earth from the sky.  The water caught in it was, for a moment, a swirl of of beautiful bright colors.

“What have I done” The Levite woman wailed.  Her guts and better judgement immediately lashed out at her for being such a fool.  She prayed that she be given the strength to understand and abide in God’s will.   But alas it is written <For, I think, God has exhibited us apostles last of all, as men condemned to death; because we have become a spectacle to the world, both to angels and to men.  We are fools for Christ’s sake.>

And goes the journey of the faithful.  She then remembered the situation at hand and that her options were slim to none.  She remembered the construction of trust that had developed between Her husband, YHVH, and herself.  She chose to allow her mind to be put at ease and she continued to morn the loss of her son.

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