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Before the plagues, there was prosperity.
Before the basket floated on the Nile, the Nile ran red with genocide.
Before there were scribes and scrolls, there were matriarchs-women who remembered the silent laments and quiet victories of a people not yet a nation.
Hands That Rock the Cradle opens in the sacred silence following Joseph's death. Goshen is thriving-planted by favor, watered by legacy-but fractures begin to form beneath the surface. Ephraim and Manasseh, Joseph's sons and heirs to his influence, must lead without the father who once fed nations. Grief, ambition, and the weight of legacy threaten to divide them.
Beyond their borders, Egypt's throne is contested. The Hyksos-a Semitic dynasty from the north-rise to power and grant favor to the Hebrews, whispering kinship through Abraham's forgotten line with Keturah. For a time, peace holds. But in Thebes, Pharaoh's bloodline sharpens its knives, intent on reclaiming the throne and reuniting Egypt by force. Their method is devastating: enslave the children of Israel and drown their sons in the Nile.
As trade expands and tribes multiply, prophecy stirs. Scrolls are smuggled in baskets. Kings fall in battle. The bond between the sons of Keturah and the sons of Israel is tested by both politics and blood.At the heart of it all are the women-named and unnamed-who carry the legacy forward through loss, resilience, and sacred defiance.
Tamar.
Sheerah.
Jochebed.
Miriam.
Shiphrah and Puah.
Pharaoh's daughter.
Queen Ahhotep.
Mothers. Daughters. Midwives. Matriarchs.
They hold the line between annihilation and hope.
From the final breath of Joseph to the first cry of Toviah-later known as Moses-Hands That Rock the Cradle spans decades of generational fracture, divine silence, and dangerous remembrance. It is a story of fragile faith, tribal tension, imperial power, and the quiet strength of women who carried the cradle that would one day carry the deliverer.
Told in a voice both sacred and cinematic, this second installment in The Moses Chronicles unfolds the story before the Exodus.
It is the ache before the rescue.
The breath before the fire.
And the courage of those who remembered-so their sons might one day believe.
