Somewhere in Egypt, a mother sat with reeds in her hands.

Maybe it was early morning.

Maybe the house was quiet.

Maybe her baby boy was sleeping nearby while Pharaoh’s command hung over the land:

Every Hebrew baby boy was to be thrown into the Nile.

She could not change the law.

She could not storm the palace.

She could not fight Egypt.

She could not see the plagues, the Passover, the Red Sea, or the deliverance of a nation.

She could not see Moses.

Not yet.

All she could see was a baby.

And all she could make was a basket.

So she made it.

She wove the reeds.
She covered it with pitch.
She placed her son inside.
She carried him to the water.

Then she released what she loved into a river she could not control.

That is faith.

Not feelings.

Not hype.

Not pretending you are not afraid.

Faith is trembling hands doing the next obedient thing.

The basket did not deliver Israel.

God did.

But the basket was her part.

And maybe that is where many of us get stuck.

We keep asking for the whole river.

God keeps asking for the basket. (Props to Pastor Petra for this insight on Mother’s Day 2026 Message)

I have felt this recently with my daughter, Simmone.

She is planning to go to Christ For The Nations Institute in Dallas.

And honestly, it seems good.

It feels like one of those things with God’s fingerprints on it.

But then comes the question every parent knows:

How do we pay for it?

How do we plan it?

How do we get from here to there?

How do we protect her?

How do we know?

“How” sounds responsible.

And sometimes it is.

But sometimes “how” becomes fear dressed in a button-up shirt.

Sometimes “how” is where obedience goes to get delayed.

We want the whole map.

God gives the next instruction.

Mary understood this at the wedding in Cana.

The wine ran out.

The need was real.

The servants had no solution.

Mary did not explain the miracle.

She did not manage the outcome.

She simply said:

“Do whatever He tells you.”

That is the whole thing.

Make the basket.

Fill the jars.

Do whatever He says.

Not because the basket is impressive.

Not because the jars make sense.

Not because you know how the story ends.

But because obedience is enough for today.

Some of you are carrying a dream bigger than your current life.

A calling you cannot afford yet.

A song you have not finished.

A business you do not know how to launch.

A book you do not know how to write.

A child you cannot control.

A future you can see in your heart but cannot yet touch with your hands.

And the gap is loud.

Bank account says no.
Calendar says no.
Confidence says no.
Experience says no.
People say no.

But God may not be asking you to solve the whole calling today.

He may be asking:

For the worship leader, it may be the setlist you aren’t 100% sure about.

For the songwriter, the line that feels too vulnerable to share.

For the builder, the rough first version.

For the parent, the prayer over your child when you do not know how the story unfolds.

Small does not mean insignificant.

A basket can look ridiculous beside a river, or a Pharaoh

But obedience often looks small before it looks supernatural.

We want provision first.

Show me the money…

Tell me HOW, WHEN, WHAT, WHY, WHERE… HOW AGAIN?

Then obedience.

But sometimes provision meets us after the basket is in the water.

So make the basket.

Fill the jars.

Send the application.

Write the song.

Build the page.

Have the conversation.

Take the step.

Your basket is enough.

Not because it can carry the whole future.

Because God can.

And you are enough because you can make a basket.

And your basket + God can change the world, free captives, create a nation… save a child.

May you can’t fund, force, and figure out the whole calling.

Remember you belong to the One who can.

And trust Him - because He is good.

See you next Friday.