The servant that became the Master"
Different places in our lives, same different places, different times, different foot steps same pain , same emotion, sometimes I wonder if I am blessed or cursed for loving so much , maybe carrying too much or taking on the load of someone else, bearing the Burden , ″
Today the Lord took me to that Love Bears all things hopes all things Endures all things, Love never fails, why would we sometimes think it does, when we are in the moment of despair and nothing else makes sense, a phone call all hope, money, driving to the end of the planet, food, friends hobbies, but when we are faced with adversity in life and the sting hits us in the heart and close to home then we feel and sing a different story...
I think about Moses and the Pharaoh how God worked there, how all hope was lost for the people which they had thought given a promise but couldn’t see it, then it hit them when they least expected mercy from the Lord, Mercy and hope and freedom came from the winds of nowhere and then freedom came .. It did take time... And the people gave in but never gave up, God made a way and delivered them from the Hand of that which sat on the throne of the Mighty, the Master of the whip, whip master was the one that hardened the people’s backs to the whip over time, and over time.. How. Hopeless they must had felt, then someone stepped in a time when they least expected it, Hope ... And freedom to the slavery that bound them in a hopeless place of despair . That ocean tides that split for freedom of a hand that was a Master that became the servant and he was the healer then of the nation of Gods people.
We see that Moses came as brought up in a time away from his mothers womb his mothers bond, his mothers love, she had to sit and watch him grow in the arms of another Mother, and wait patiently for the time her son would be .. But in the mist of the pain and sorrow her heart felt is not really mentioned in the Bible much of the sorrow for the Mother that her heart longed to touch the hand of the son that she gave up for the life of him and others, so freedom in heart was to give for life, so that her love for her son would some day, she wouldn’t had seen the hope of the Lord save the people of that one moment where she gave up the most precious moment and thing that was her Heart to save the heart of another.. But grew into a Palace of dark .. and the Riches that fell upon the ground for Princes and Kings, but. There was hope in the hands of the Mother the sackcloth filled hands, of the robes of the merciful and the meek would some day be the Queen of the son of the wicked for the souls of Many that where lost and slain into the Battle for the name of the Pharaoh but the House that was strong lasted in the hands of the Meek Mother that nursed a child in a Basket that lead away the purpose of that which was to come, Gods people to be strong and lead by a servant that became a Master, and called by the Grace of God to lead a people into freedom of bonds of Love instead of chains, and the Mother that held him in the middle of the night and fed him clothed him, longed to hold him again, was once a Prisoner of the wilderness into the desert of the ash, became the sandals of the path for the lost and became a voice for the Mother that once hoped to give her son, and one day
The Mother filled the wish to behold the son that walked beneath Kings, came home to a Servant that once fed the Master..