I think that as Isaac grows, one of the first Bible stories he will hold in his heart, maybe more so then the origin of his name, is the story of Moses. Moses was adopted, but most important for us is that Moses was adopted outside of his race. He was Hebrew and the mother who loved and nurtured him into adulthood was Egyptian. The Egyptians were the enemy of the Israelites, as many view white people and black people today. A threat to one another, dangerous at times. But in the union of this family, there was no fear. I am reading a book from the library that has poems and short stories about adoption and I wanted to share one.
A baby is placed in a well-woven basket
It moves with the current
carrying its little fruit
from one woman to another
who plucks the bundle from the stream,
whose arms are ready to tend,
whose body has remained empty
of what she is in need of carrying.
I stand at the river that brought my son,
and think of the woman upstream.
How she could-in the middle of hardship
and loss-trust a basket, water,
that a person would find her child,
lift him up, raise him for many years
the descendant of two mothers,
each who labored,
each who was faithful
to the river.
-Margaret Hasse
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