Moses, the baby in a basket . . .

My sweet Little One came to me this morning with her Bible story book and pointed to the couch.  It's a book we hadn't explored yet together.  She is most interested in the animal books and the ones where we practice naming pictures.  Anyway, we thumbed through the board book and I told stories as quickly as she could turn the page.  "God made the world and all of creation, the sky and the stars and the moo, and Mama's and Dada's like Adam and Eve and all the animals like Penny . .  and he made Noah, and he had Noah build a big boat called an ark, and we sing about that in the car, and he got two of every animal and then God shut the door on the boat, and yeah those are lions and they were gonna eat that man called Daniel, and that's Moses he became a great man for God".  You get the picture, a very quick abbreviated version that continued with Jesus' birth and "He loves all the children and He healed a blind man by putting mud in his eyes and healed a sick lady when she touched his coat".
 So at this point she closes the book and starts over and points to the sheep and the giraffes and the baby in a basket, Moses.  She looks long and hard at that baby.  I show her the Baby Jesus too but she goes back over and again to the baby Moses and keeps pointing to him in his basket.  I cant't help but wonder what is going through her little mind.
 Maybe nothing more than a baby in a basket to her but maybe it triggers something, maybe there is something resonating.  Humble beginnings, beginnings of letting go and sacrifice and someone loving  someone so much they put them in a basket to float the river to a better life. Moses' mother had no idea what would happen to Moses; I'm sure she hoped for his future and God then made a great man out of him.
I naturally thought of Delaney and her beginning, Her birth mother made a similar sacrifice, giving over but not knowing.  Was a basket involved? I'll never know.  I can't imagine the love she had for her, a love so big she could let go to improve her life.  And I love her to an immeasurable amount, I can't even fathom.  God knew what had to occur to bring her to this Earth and what had to happen for us to be graced with such a beautifully spirited child.  He knows, and it's not up to me to speculate.   He may choose to use her for His Kingdom's Glory.