A Worship Service For Mother's Day Or Other Special Occasions
You would probably call me a murderess. I don't care. I had to do what I did. Sometimes it is difficult to know the difference between right and wrong. I am an Israelite mother and slave living under Pharaoh in Egypt. I am here with all my other countrymen. I am the mother of a Hebrew baby boy. (Bows) We are in bondage in the land of Goshen in Egypt and we have a miserable life. We have our God and our basic identity as a separate Hebrew people. But, sometimes, I wonder if the God of our people has forgotten all about us. If we do have a God, then how can our life be so terribly miserable?