My Tears of Jealousy when I look at Jochabed!

Even, nearly thirty years after the sad event, I approach the year with a knowledge that somebody is missing.

I ask God, everyday, why must I agonize so and have the thought of Jochabed's sparing son to taunt me. Isn't that the mark of God's approval, having the victory in Christ? Isn't it not having to go through such an aweful thing that means that He loves you?

Jochabed had influenced a generation in her gratitude and I believe that is why Egypt rose like it had to such a lofty height of pride. Men who had confidence that their mother loved them above all else on this earth. Those Egyptian women tried to compete with Jochabed in her great expressions of love to her son. This changed Egypt and the world. I hate her and envy her privilege to have done that with her child, when mine was taken. That is why I can't write that story.

Jochabed went through intensive training to become a nursemaid in the royal nursery.

Each day she began with worship and praise to Jehovah, before she went to the palace to see her beloved child. The training seemed like nothing for the life that was spared on her behalf, by Jehovah.

It was actually very intense. Many women were sent home in tears. Many women were sent into a deeper servitude, because of insubordination and attitude. No untoward attitude was accepted in those days. Pharoah was hardening in his stance against women, because of the possibility of insurrection from the Jews after his tyrade.

The women, on the other hand, she found very winsome and understanding of her life's work. Especially the Pharoah's daughter, seemed very accepting of her. There seemed a close bond forming between the two women, which was hard for Jochabed to accept, in her concern for Moses. She couldn't let on that there was a real bond between her and her son and she attempted to keep her love internal and follow procedure and protocol with abandon. She plucked Moses one time for calling her mommy, right on the mouth. He stuttered from that moment on and she felt that in her heart as an ache, although she could never tell another soul, except Miriam, when she went home. They held eachother in tears, many a night of her detail.

Of Pearls and Leaves{the laws of childcare impurities in Egypt}

The categories of children in the palace, when Jochabed was brought on as a nursemaid was Pearl or Leaves. Outside the nursery there was a symbol, which at first seemed strange to her. The Pearl symbol was given to the babies who didn't spit up, in their earliest care. The spittle of infants was despised in Egypt and seen as an early sign of disrespect for their elders. Once they would become of age, they would have the opportunity to take back their early expressions, if they would.

The Leaf symbol was given to the children who had spit on their elders and they had a month to be corrected from this horrible habit and if not, they would be relegated to a service oriented away from the palace. This corrective action was taken to keep the gods happy with the Pharoah that he wouldn't be tarnished with this impurity and thus be degraded in their service.

Jochabed's prayers and heart burden was weighted as she observed these peculiar practices of the Egyptian palace culture. She thanked God that He wasn't such a God to do this to His servants. She was still rejoicing that she was allowed to see her son alive and her glory couldn't be shared with the other women in her community who were suffering. It was a lonely time and her confidants became some of the women servants in the palace, who were of different cultural backgrounds, but motherhood held them in a heart bond that was deep and earnest. She prayed for their souls to find a way to the true God.

Imaginations of Jochabed!

Spare me, by your mercy, sings Jochabed as she weaves the great basket for her tiny gift.  Spare me Lord the suffering.  Give me grace I pray.  Let my child live through this awful day.  Spare me Lord, By your grace for You are merciful and Kind.  I can never know why your hand is heavy upon us, but spare and give my child a chance to live and serve you.

Does the grave praise your power.  Does the death declare your name.  Does the distant sad Sheol give the glory we proclaim.  We are here to love and serve you, even in a distant land. We are begging God, your holy love would stay the wicked hands. debt of love I owe. Dear Lord I give myself away, it's all that I can do” Bathing Egyptian women--- sounds of weeping women from the distance.

Woman 1---It is so sad that they are weeping so much.