Huskerheart
The Prophet Moses stood, with his arms raised over the Red Sea, commanding the waves to do his bidding. As I watched my faith in God grew, this was a man who had devoted his very existence to serving the Lord. And look at what he had acomplished through his obedience. As the water continued to swell and rise, My heart sung with the hope of a new life, a new life in a land flowing with milk and honey. And as I daydreamed a small hand slipped into mine. The hand of my son, Moses after the great Prophet. He looked at me through wide innocent eyes and asked " Mama when we walk across the sea will we be able to see the fish?" I laughed a great and full laugh that had not been mine since the Egyptians had stolen my joy. I smiled at his simple and childlike question and tousled his curls. "Yes my son we will see the fish." A wide smile spread across his face as he ran to tell the other children what he had discovered. Tears filled my eyes as I realized that my son would never have to experience what I had, He could enjoy his childhood, loving every minute. And I thought for the first time, This it what it means to be free. I was free.