I wish I could remember the details more clearly. It was in a book of true happenings during the Second World War. There were lots of moms and dads, others to, who were scurrying for safety. Especially among the Jews there was great fear, and I sort of suppose that this young mother must have been one or she wouldn’t have felt the need to make such a drastic decision.
You know how mothers are, they talk and act happy, so as not to frighten their little ones, and most likely this one did the same.
This is how I picture it in my mind.
“Let’s go for a walk, Samuel, it is such a lovely evening. “
Samuel reached for his mother’s hand but probably wondered what was in that bag she was carrying.
He was eager to skip ahead and explore but Mamma seemed reluctant to let go of his hand so he contented himself with kicking at the leaves around his feet. Little Samuel wasn’t used to be outside so close to bedtime so he gazed around the nearly empty streets and the street lights with wonder and delight.
Pretty soon they may have gotten on a trolley or two, and Samuel was getting tired. They stopped at a high, old house and Mamma knocked at the door. The big people talked in low voices over his head but Samuel wasn’t listening. He just wanted to go home.
Soon Mamma handed the bag to the lady and knelt down beside him. Samuel saw tears in his mother’s eyes but was too young to figure out why. Mamma clasped his pudgy hands between her soft ones.
“Samuel, I want you to stay with these kind people. You be a good boy for them.”
The little boy started to cry and protest and Mamma solemnly promised that she would come back. (We’d promise the moon to our child at times like that if we could, wouldn’t we?)
Samuel didn’t know how heartbroken his mother was and why she had seemingly abandoned him. He waited for years for her to return, only to find out that she couldn’t. She was seized and thrown into a concentration camp.
Did you know that in God’s effort to show us how much He loves us, He compares it to a mother’s love?
I’ll put it in my own words to make it easier to understand. ‘Can a mother forget the child she is nursing?’ That hardly seems likely does it, because there seems to be an unusually close bond between a mother and her infant. But God said that it could happen; this that seems so impossible is possible BUT God will never forget us. Isaiah 49:15