About this time, a man and woman from the tribe of Levi got married. The woman became pregnant and gave birth to a son. She saw that he was a special baby and kept him hidden for three months. But when she could no longer hide him, she got a basket made of papyrus reeds and waterproofed it with tar and pitch. She put the baby in the basket and laid it among the reeds along the bank of the Nile River. The baby’s sister then stood at a distance, watching to see what would happen to him. Soon Pharaoh’s daughter came down to bathe in the river, and her attendants walked along the riverbank. When the princess saw the basket among the reeds, she sent her maid to get it for her. When the princess opened it, she saw the baby. The little boy was crying, and she felt sorry for him. “This must be one of the Hebrew children,” she said. Then the baby’s sister approached the princess. “Should I go and find one of the Hebrew women to nurse the baby for you?” she asked. “Yes, do!” the princess replied. So the girl went and called the baby’s mother. “Take this baby and nurse him for me,” the princess told the baby’s mother. “I will pay you for your help.” So the woman took her baby home and nursed him. Later, when the boy was older, his mother brought him back to Pharaoh’s daughter, who adopted him as her own son. The princess named him Moses, for she explained, “I lifted him out of the water.” Exodus 2:1-10 NLT
The first crisp air of the fall greeted us this morning. I begrudgingly put on jeans and a light jacket noting I had not been this cold in a long time. Famous, however, seemed to be excited about the chill. If you are a fan of “sweater weather,” then you will understand he is too, since he has to wear his sweater year round.
But the afternoon was warmer and afforded great conditions for a long walk in a nearby park. As we crossed a wide grassy meadow, Famous seemed to just sail along through the grass, his long coat making him move like a schooner on the water. He no longer had to trudge through the heat of the hot summer sun. I mused he would have been a happy dog to have been raised on a large farm or estate, free to roam the grounds everyday. But he became my dog, and I became responsible for raising him and providing a home and care. He may not have chosen his fate, but he liberated me from a quieter and lonelier home, so his presence has always been seen as God-sent.
When today does not make sense to me, when I wonder how I ended up with everything seemingly working against me, show me, dear Lord, that You care and have provided for me long before I knew You.
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