1 Now a man from the house of Levi went and married a daughter of Levi. 2 The woman conceived and bore a son; and when she saw that he was beautiful, she hid him for three months. 3 But when she could hide him no longer, she got him a 1wicker basket and covered it over with tar and pitch. Then she put the child into it and setit among the reeds by the bank of the Nile. 4 His sister stood at a distance to find out what would happen to him.
5 The daughter of Pharaoh came down to bathe at the Nile, with her maidens walking alongside the Nile; and she saw the basket among the reeds and sent her maid, and she brought it to her. 6 When she opened it, she saw the child, and behold, the boy was crying. And she had pity on him and said, “This is one of the Hebrews’ children.” 7 Then his sister said to Pharaoh’s daughter, “Shall I go and call a nurse for you from the Hebrew women that she may nurse the child for you?” 8 Pharaoh’s daughter said to her, “Go ahead.” So the girl went and called the child’s mother. 9 Then Pharaoh’s daughter said to her, “Take this child away and nurse him for me and I will give you your wages.” So the woman took the child and nursed him. 10 The child grew, and she brought him to Pharaoh’s daughter and he became her son. And she named him Moses, and said, “Because I drew him out of the water.”
It’s amazing how God provides sometimes. Moses’ (birth) mother didn’t know what else to do, so she put her son in a basket and hid him among the reeds of the Nile River. God provided someone who could overrule the decision of Pharaoh (his own daughter) to provide for Moses. Then, she lets Moses’ own mother take care of him, with pay, until he was weaned. God’s provision is always enough, and sometimes it goes over and above, so that your ‘cup runs over’.