Are You A Basket Case?

(Ezra 9:9) -" For we were slaves, but in His unfailing love our God did not abandon us in our slavery..."



"Just remember, Moses was a basket case too." I have read this sign on marquees often. And I think how that depicts my own life. Or as my husband often says, “I resemble that remark!”

After this past year, it is a blueprint of my own life--filled with changing events of everything from changing jobs, losing my dad and now facing the unknown with the possibility of breast cancer, so you might say I am have moments of feeling like I, too, might be a “basket case.”

I think back to poor Moses’ mom and wonder if I could have ever done what she did. Could I have given my child up in the reeds along the bank of the Nile River like Moses’ mother did? I can’t imagine standing on the shore and watching my precious child float amongst the bulrushes, moving with the currents, knowing that I might never see my little one again.


However, the exciting part of this story is that when Moses became a "basket case" and was alone and adrift in the world, God heard his cry. He provided protection for him by sending Pharaoh's daughter to the river bank that day. She found the child in the basket and provided for him. Then she went back to her home in the palace and made plans for Moses to become her child and follow her there. In Moses' case, God sent Pharaoh's daughter to dry the baby's tears and provide protection and love.

So many times our lives seem to be adrift or we are just trying to make it through one more disaster or tragedy. This pretty much resembles the description of a “basket case”, floating amongst the reeds and bulrushes of life, praying and hoping God will hear our cry.

Fortunately, for us, God sent His son, Jesus, to hear our cry and provide protection and His precious love. Jesus died on the cross as the ultimate sacrifice for our sin, making it possible for us to become the children of His Papa.

After the death of Jesus, and the resurrection, He is now home again, preparing a place for us next to His Papa. Waiting for a wonderful family reunion.

Yes, I think we are all “basket cases”…is that not a good thing!!