LEAD ME ON.

BY OMOKOREDE FASORO

 

But when she could no longer hide him, she took an ark of bulrushes for him, daubed it with asphalt and pitch, put the child in it, and laid it in the reeds by the river’s bank” (Exodus 2:3)

There are many times in life that we are faced with issues we can “no longer hide”. Issues we have tried to manage and handle by ourselves, till we literally get to the end of our strength.

This was the case with Moses’ mother after she had hidden her beautiful child for three months from the hands of Pharaoh’s evil soldiers. She had tried her very best to look after him, but had gotten to a point where she could no longer hide him. She then took that big, audacious step of faith and did something that had never been done before. She put her son in an ark soaked in asphalt and pitch, placed him in a ‘crocodile infested river’ and released him into the able hands of the ONE who gave her this beautiful child in the first place. She understood that she had done her part, and it was time for God to do His. She believed that it was the God of heaven leading her, so she handed over the child to Him to take care of. What an awesome step of faith!

This story was a real blessing to me when I read it again a short while ago. It was at a time when my husband and I were about taking a decision to ‘graduate’ our ‘special needs’ son from home, and to have him start attending school outside the house. For years, he had been home schooled in a special room, where he had his daily therapy sessions. However, we began to notice that the moment he became a teenager, he started showing signs of resistance to the structured routine he had faced for years. It was also clear that he had become weary of having to be the only one always indoors having one kind of therapy or the other! Everybody else left home and come back after a while on holidays! ‘What about me?’ He must have wondered! We then knew it was time for him to leave home and ‘face the world’.

I recall how I toiled night and day with the idea for days and weeks. It was a mixture of fear, anxiety, and uncertainties. I must confess that I also had to deal with a sense of guilt for a while. Was I not kind of rejecting and abandoning my son? What kind of parents were we? What kind of mother was I? Would he be properly looked after? Will they know what his needs are and how to handle him? What if something really terrible goes wrong? The questions were endless. However, my husband was convinced it was time for him to leave the confines of the home and ‘become a man!’ (Men sha! God bless them o! Are they just so insensitive? Or am I the one that is being too emotional?)

As I read the story of Moses’ mother during this period, I realised that there is a time in one’s life when one needs to practically handover any issue that might seem challenging or overwhelming to God. It is at that moment when you get to the end of your strength and at a loss as to what next to do. That, my friend, is the time to LET GO AND LET GOD. Yours could be a difficult teenage child, an adulterous husband, a terrifying boss…the list could go on and on. Hand that matter over to God and rest in His peace. He specialises in healing, restoring, repairing, renewing, resurrecting… He is more than able!

Well, my son did eventually leave home for a boarding school outside town, and only comes home on holidays. Do I still worry about him being outside the home? Of course I do sometimes! However, I constantly remind myself (and my Heavenly Father) that I have handed him over to God and placed him in the ark of God’s salvation. What else can I do but trust God? It wasn’t until yesterday when I was discussing with someone who had asked about him that I realised God indeed had granted me the grace and peace to LET GO AND LET GOD. My calm response also stunned the person I was talking with. Blessed be His name forever.

May the peace of God flood your heart this season, as you hand over that matter to Him in Jesus name, Amen.

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