Written on Thursday, January 3rd, 2013 – 8:07 a.m.
The woman conceived and bore a son, and when she saw that he was a fine child, she hid him three months. When she could hide him no longer, she took for him a basket made of bulrushes and daubed it with bitumen and pitch. She put the child in it and placed it among the reeds by the river bank. And his sister stood at a distance to know what would be done to him. Now the daughter of Pharaoh came down to bathe at the river, while her young women walked beside the river. She saw the basket among the reeds and sent her servant woman, and she took it. When she opened it, she saw the child, and behold, the baby was crying. She took pity on him and said, “This is one of the Hebrews’ children.” Then his sister said to Pharaoh’s daughter, “Shall I go and call you a nurse from the Hebrew women to nurse the child for you?” And Pharaoh’s daughter said to her, “Go.” So the girl went and called the child’s mother. And Pharaoh’s daughter said to her, “Take this child away and nurse him for me, and I will give you your wages.” So the woman took the child and nursed him. When the child grew older, she brought him to Pharaoh’s daughter, and he became her son. She named him Moses, “Because,” she said, “I drew him out of the water.” (Exodus 2:2-10 ESV)
I have heard people say, “How could Moses’ mother put him in those Croc-infested waters?”
It was God’s plan. Because she did this Moses not only lived but was raised in the most powerful house in Egypt, a “son” of Pharoah. This enabled him to get a great education, privileges, observing leadership and a stature he would not have received as a young Hebrew man. His stature, the fact that people knew him, no doubt helped him when he returned to Egypt as deliverer with a command to the Pharoah: “Let My (Hebrew) people go.”
I was just thinking how much I “get” this story.
43 years ago this morning, in a hospital in Waterville, Maine, a young lady whom I have never met gave birth to me. In a time, unlike today, when it was totally unacceptable to be pregnant and unwed, she carried me to term in order to give me life. She could have chosen to deal with me in a much more private and convenient way and spare herself the pain and shame of being pregnant. She didn’t and for that I am eternally grateful.
After birth she proceeded to sign papers giving me to a Catholic orphanage. I have seen so many adopted kids struggle with this. They feel unwanted, a loss of worth – “why didn’t she want me?” I have never wondered that. I don’t know why – I just haven’t. Actually, I am very grateful that she chose to place me in that orphanage, for in doing so (like Moses mom choosing to put him in the river) she set in motion God’s plan to make me who I have become.
If my birth mother had not placed me in that orphanage Mary Pittman would not have been my mom…
If Mary Pittman would not have been my mom I would not have moved to Lumberton, NC, in 1974…
If I had not moved to Lumberton, NC, in 1974 I would not have met Keyna Spivey in 1986.
Which sets off a whole other set of “if I had not’s”:
- If I had not met Keyna Spivey in 1986 we certainly would have never married, missing out on the closest, most meaningful earthly friendship I could ever imagine. I cannot imagine life without Keyna.
- I would not have had the unbelievable privilege to be dad to Madison and Matthew, my most prized possessions…
- I would not have met Eric Rich somewhere around 1993-94…
- I would have not have met Jesus Christ through Eric at Westside Baptist Church on April 13th, 1997…
- I would not have lived at 1801 N. Pine street, Lumberton, Keyna and my first home…
- I would not have experienced God’s call to ministry on the back porch at Pine st…
- I would not have had that conversation with Dennis Harrell and Hubert Waddell which brought me the opportunity to love and serve Hyde Park Church for 11 years…
- I would not have become friends with Donnie Paschall…
- I would not have served on staff with Brandon Meadows, beginning our friendship…
- I would not have had the opportunity to see hundreds and hundreds of people meet Jesus Christ as Savior…
- I would not have felt the burden for this city and region that God grew inside of me. God planted me here years earlier for this purpose, which means…
I would not have started Vertical Church. And you would not be reading this right now.
I am certainly no Moses and apologize for correlating his story to tell mine, but my prayer is that my story reminds you that the tragedies in your life may actually be the building blocks of God’s plan.
Shout out to the lady who let me live. #muchlove