When God Calls You for a Mission: The Story of Moses

Moses had always felt out of place in the palace. He wasn’t one of them, not truly. His people, the Hebrews, were slaves while he wore the robes of Egyptian royalty. But the day he saw an Egyptian beating a Hebrew man, something inside him broke. Rage surged through his veins, and before he could think, he struck the Egyptian down—killing him. His hands were stained with blood, and from that moment, everything changed.

Now a fugitive, Moses fled into the wilderness, leaving behind the grandeur of Egypt and the danger that followed him. He was a wanted man, the name "Moses" whispered with disdain and anger. The Pharaoh wanted him dead. But far from Egypt, he found peace in the arms of a loving wife. He became a shepherd, watching over his flocks in the quiet solitude of the desert. He had children now, a family that loved him, and a father-in-law who was kind and wise. Life was simple, peaceful—safe.

For years, Moses lived in this rhythm. He was content. He had no desire to return to the horrors of his past, no intention of revisiting the land where he was both a prince and a criminal. His days were spent tending to his sheep, watching the sun rise and set, far removed from the cruelty and oppression of Egypt. He could see himself growing old here, handing over the family responsibilities to his sons, and spending the rest of his days in peace.

But life has a way of shifting, just when you think you've settled into it.

One day, God called. Not in the gentle, quiet way that Moses might have expected. This was no whisper. It was a flame—burning yet unconsumed—and it filled him with fear and awe. In that sacred moment, God laid before him a mission, one that would tear apart the life he had so carefully built.

“Moses, I have seen the suffering of my people. I am sending you to free them.”

The words pierced Moses' heart. Free them? Him? He could almost feel the weight of Egypt pressing down on him again. It had taken him years to forget the pain, to leave behind the fear. And now, God was asking him to return to that nightmare? To confront Pharaoh, the most powerful man in the world? To stand before him, the man who could kill his family with a word?

Moses' heart raced. He felt the weight of the task crushing down on him. He wasn't ready for this. He wasn't strong enough, brave enough. His past haunted him. He thought of his wife, his children. Could he really ask them to follow him back into Egypt, into danger? And what of his father-in-law, who had given him a new life? Surely, Jethro would protest. Moses had responsibilities here—his family, his flock. Could he really uproot everything for a mission that seemed impossible?

And besides, Moses wasn’t a leader. He wasn’t articulate. His words stumbled over themselves, and the thought of standing before Pharaoh, speaking on behalf of an enslaved people, terrified him.

“I’m not the one,” Moses thought. “I can’t do this.”

But God’s voice was firm, unwavering. "I will be with you. You are not alone."

Still, the doubts lingered in Moses’ heart. He knew what it meant to obey this call. It wasn’t just about him; it was about his family, his past, his fears. It was about revisiting the darkest moments of his life—the shame, the guilt, the loss. It was about facing the demons he thought he had left behind.

Yet deep down, Moses knew that when God calls, there’s no turning away. The mission was greater than his fears, greater than his inadequacies. He had been chosen, not because he was the strongest or the bravest, but because God saw something in him that even he couldn’t see in himself.

And so, with trembling hands and a heart filled with both fear and faith, Moses stepped forward. He would leave the comfort of his life behind. He would return to Egypt, confront the Pharaoh, and face the enemy of his past.

But he would not go alone.