Jasmine's Place Issue No. 1 - September/October 2012 | Page 13
With a deep sigh, Amram bent
and cradled them both in his
arms. “Our God will be God.”
Jochebed closed her eyes and
buried her head deep into his
shoulder.
“Yes, He will.” She breathed.
“Yes, He will.”
Suddenly she stiffened. She could
hear running. Pulling sharply
away from Amram, she looked at
the door.
With the brightest smile on her
face.
Leaping into the room, her words
tumbled out. Each one feeling
like drops of warm oil on
Jochebed’s heart.
“Mama! Mama! Come! Pharaoh's
daughter is at the river! She
found Moses! She wants you to
take care of him! Come!!!
Come!!!
Was it Miriam? What had
happened?
Was her baby dead?
Her heart leaped into her mouth.
Was her baby dead? She looked
at Amram. He indicated to her to
be quiet and made towards the
door quickly.
The door burst open before he
got there.
Adapted from Exodus 2: 1-10 and
Hebrews 11:23
How would you have retold this
story? It is the glory of God to
conceal a matter, but is the honour
of Kings to search it out. (Proverbs
25:2) So, search it out.
Copyright © 2012 Puaichie Badejo.
All rights reserved.
It was Miriam. Dishevelled.
Gasping. Out of breath.
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