1 Then a man from the house of Levi went and took as his wife a daughter of Levi. 2 The woman conceived and bore a son, and seeing that he was special, she hid him three months. 3 When she could hide him no longer, she prepared for him a basket made of papyrus and daubed it with bitumen and pitch. She put the child in it and placed it among the reeds by the river bank. 4 And his sister stood at a distance to find out what would happen to him. 5 Then 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 maid, and she took it. 6 After she opened it, she saw the child, and see, the baby was crying. She took pity on him and said, “This is one of the Hebrews’ children.” 7 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?” 8 And Pharaoh’s daughter said to her, “Go.” So the girl went and called the child’s mother. 9 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. 10 When the child grew up, she brought him to Pharaoh’s daughter, and he became her son. She called his name Moses, “Because,” she said, “I drew him out of the water.”
as luck would have it
Moses tells the story with very little extraneous information. He does not even mention – at this point – the names of his mother, father or sister. He does not fill in the details that would help our minds imagine what it was like growing up in Pharaoh’s household. In fact, he does not even mention God here. This would have been a great place to talk about the sovereign God, at work thwarting the plans and schemes of Pharaoh. But, no, Moses describes these things as if they just happened. Later we discover how important these things were to God’s plan to rescue his people. We usually do not recognize the significance of events we take part in until we look at them from a later perspective. Moses, looking back, was thankful for the choices made by a handful of women, who took part in his rescue. He realized that luck had nothing to do with it.
LORD, thank you for your sovereign grace, often disguised as luck.