Jasmine's Place Issue No. 1 - September/October 2012 - Page 10

INSPIRATIONAL P Badejo It was time. The basket was ready. It had been made as watertight as possible. The baby was fast asleep. Jochebed’s heart clenched as she hugged him close. Miriam, her first child sat beside her – her face as close to her baby brothers’ as she possibly could. As if from a long distance away, she heard her husband, Amram say her name softly. “Jochebed…” Her face a mask of pain, she looked up at him and nodded. The room was deathly quiet. No one wanted baby Moses or threeyear-old Aaron, sleeping on the other side of the room to wake up just yet. Very gently Jochebed placed Moses in the basket, adjusted the blanket and trailed her finger softly down his cheek. A tear fell silently down her face. “Why…?” Amram knelt down beside them. His cloak rustling in the stillness. “I don’t understand, Jochebed, but God does and He will be glorified in this. You’ve got to go now. It’ll soon be daylight... Miriam, go with your mother. I’ll JASMINE'S PLACE 10